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PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR. 

1877. 



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coptkight, 
Joseph W. Turner, 

1877. 



DEDICATION. 



TO THE MEMORT OF 

MY FATHER AND MOTHER, 

THIS VOLUME 
IS MOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED 

BV THE 

AUTHOR. 



PREFACE. 



These poems are the productions of one who, 
apart from the busy cares of life, has sought to im- 
prove the leisure moments which have been his lot 
to enjoy in the world. 

Many of them have before appeared in print, 

having been published in some of the periodicals in 

years past, but he now offers them to the public in 

a collected form — a volume which he trusts will 

be acceptable to his friends, and to all those who 

may read them. If such be the case, he will feel 

amply repaid for the time and labor he has devoted 

in writing and publishing them in their present 

form. 

J. W. T. 

East Boston, June, 1877. 



INDEX. 



PAGE 

My Own Little Isle "9 

Morning- Beam« 11 

The Willey Family 12 

Musie 15 

The ISIoruing Walk IG 

Thoughts at the Tomb of 

Burns IT 

The Golden Eobin VJ 

In the School-house Yard . . 20 

Arabellc 22 

Chateaux en Espagne 23 

The Little Bootblack 2-i 

Beautiful Music 2G 

The Dead Boy 27 

In the "West the Sun is sink- 
ing 2D 

The Serenade 31 

Freedom of Speech 32 

Music on the Waters 33 

That's a Fact 31 

Bury Me in the Sunshine. . . 3G 

The Dying- Sokliers 37 

Paddy's Jubilee 39 

Lay Her to East 42 

The Picnic 43 

The Fall of Scbastopol 45 

I'll think of Thee 47 

Cot at the Foot of the Hill. . 4S 



PAGE 

Dedication Ilymn 50 

I am Sad 51 

The Dying Musician's Re- 
quest 54 

'Tis thy Bright Smile 55 

The Gale of Sixty-Nine .... 56 

The Cottage Door 58 

The Western Hunter 59 

Adelaide 61 

I'm thinking of Thee 63 

Mount Vernon 64 

George Peabody 66 

Little Willie's Farewell 63 

The Death of Everett 70 

Father, I'll meet You in Hea- 
ven 73 

The Brilliant Mansion 73 

Maiden Fair 76 

We lost our Limbs 77 

James and Alfred 7J 

The Death of Lincoln 82 

The Old South Church 83 

The Captain's Pride 84 

Eugene 86 

The Battle of the Bridge ... SS 

The Last Request 90 

Our Glorious Banner 92 

Once I was a Bonnie Laddie 94 
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INDEX. 



Little Josic 9G 

The Poor Man's Soliloquy. 98 

A National Song 100 

Noddle Island 102 

The Rescued Mariners .... 104 

Dedication Ode 107 

The Hanging of the Lan- 
terns 100 

Alice Ill 

Farewell, Dear Spot 113 

Concord Muster 1 15 

Lines for an Album 119 

Our Heroes 120 

Little Tad 123 

En Dieu est ma Fiance .... 125 

Henry 12G 

Honest Abe 127 

Dedication Ode 128 

Humility to God 131 

\rother, when the War is 

over 132 

(n Mcmoriam 134 

Tuly the Ninth 13G 

L^rcmation 138 

Che Soldier's Dream 140 

Little Lenne 142 

Belmont Square 144 

Return of May 146 

Love each Other 147 

Live but one Moment 148 

The Widow's Son 149 

The Battle of Noddle's Is- 
land 150 

Saw ye not my Bonnie Lass 152 

The Missing Bell 154 

Farewell, tlxoufond Darling 156 



To Mother in Heaven 158 

The Stranger's Kiss 160 

John Howard Payne 162 

The Sunbeam gilds the Val- 
ley.: 164 

They say She's Pretty 165 

The Snow-clad Trees 167 

Pure Love 168 

We shall miss Him 169 

Love's May Morning 171 

The Dream 173 

Eagle Hill 174 

The Pilgrim 176 

Linger round Me 177 

Dear Beloved 178 

Our Glorious Land 180 

Roclvland Cottage 182 

Spring Flowers 184 

Beneath the Eoses 185 

When the Roses bloom .... 18G 

The Smile 188 

Wilt Thou but think of Me 189 

The Stars 190 

Our Coys 191 

The Cto'len Kiss 192 

The Death of Cobden 194 

Father in Heaven 195 

Father's come to bless Us . 196 

Commemorative Ode lf'8 

The Sunlight 199 

The Sailor's Serenade 200 

Alwavs Happy 20 1 

Always do Right 202 

We can ue'ci forget Thee . 203 

The World 205 

The bright, sunny Days... 207 



POEMS. 



MY OWN LITTLE ISLE. 

My own little Isle, thou gem 'mid the ocean, 
O, can I forget thee, wherever I roam ? 

Ah, no ! for my heart, with memory's devotion. 
Will ever look back to its dear cherished home. 

The pleasures, the joys, that once clung around me I 
And friends, O, the dearest, have sunk in their 
graves ; 
All gone ! j'et my soul, though sadden'd and dreary 
Will sigh for its home ' mid the sparkling blue 
waves. 

My own little isle, I dream of thee fondly. 
As peaceful in slumber I blissfnllj- roam ; 



10 OUANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Waking or dreaming, I love to bo with thee, 
Thou gem ' mid the ocean, my dear cherished 
home. 

My own little isle ! though this world has places 
To some as enchanting as thou art to me, 

Let others adore them, and sing in their praises; 
But give me my home 'mid the sparkUng blue sea. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. H 



MORNING BEAMS. 

Wake! Wake! Wake! 

Morning beams ; wake from dreams, 

While the sun now brightly gleams \ 

Haste awa3% for the day 

Glad and joyous seems! 

Birds are singing merrily, 

Lads are tripping o'er the lea ; 

O'er the hills, by the rills. 

See the sun's bright ray ! 

Wake! Wake! Wake! 
To our toil let's repair. 
While sweet zephyrs fill the air ; 
Ever may. night and day, 
Blessings be our share ! 
0,'tis sweet, at early dawn, 
When to labor we away. 
O'er the hills, by the lills. 
In the sun's bright ray ! 



12 ORAXGE HLOSSOMS. 



THE WILLEY FAMILY. 

This song is descriptive of the untimely fate of 
the Willey Family, wliich consisted of Mr.Willey, 
his wife, five children, and two hired men. 

They resided in a small cottage, in the Notch 
of the White Mountains, and all perished during 
the dreadful storm and avalanche that occurred 
there on the night of the twenty-eighth of Au- 
gust, 1828. 

Among the mountains, wild and drear, 

A lone and solitary spot, 
"Whore faLher, mother, children dear, 

Were dwellers in an humble cot, — 

There sunshine blest them day by day. 
Contentment lingered round their home, 

'Till Desolation's sad display 

Enwrapt them in her darkest gloom. 

"With feeble tongue let me relate 

The terror of that dreadful hour, 
That sealed for them an awful fate. 

And sunk them in oblivion's power. 



CHANGE BLOSSOMS. 13 

The heart recoils in awe to tell 

The annals of their hapless lot ; 
How sad to think what there hefell 

The inmates of that lowly cot ! 

Dark clouds were gathered far above, 
And sharp the vivid lightning flashed ; 

The giant mountains seemed to move, 
As by the \\ ind and torrent lashed ! 

The night came on, and peaceful sleep 
Had bound the children in its arms ; 

But fiercer round the summit steep 
There raged the fearfid storm alarms. 

With trembling now the father stood 

And gazed upon the awful scene ; 
His lifted eyes then turned to God 

Within the lonel^^ dark ravine. 

What drearj^ thoughts around him clung, 
While tempests swept the mountain side, 

Wliat grief his startled senses wrung 
For loved ones there, his dearest pride. 



14 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Another moment — where were they ? 

Beneath the ruhis, crushed and torn, 
Fond human souls all bleeding lay, 

As o 'er them dawned the opening morn ! 

There father, mother, darlings all, 
"Whose faces once had beamed so bright, 

All lifeless ' neath the mountain fall, 
The sufferers of that dreadful night. 

Their memory long we should revere, 
While now they moulder in decay ; 

The traveller oft will drop a tear, 
As by the spot he seeks his way. 



OUANGE BLOSSOMS. 15 



MUSIC. 



O dulcet Music ! art divine ! 

O, let me worship at tlij' shrine ! 

Tlij' hcovenlj- tones come with deliglit, 

Thrillin<j me with visions bright ! 

To this lone heart sweet sunshine bring ; 

Touch thou for me tliy magic string ! 

From fountain rich with golden thought, 

By artist hand let it be brought, 

To cheer me with its wondrous spell, 

So I can in its bliss revel. 

To this lone heart sweet sunshine bring ; 

Touch thou for me thy magic string I 

O Music, evermore to me 

Come with thj' soul and sj'^mpathy ; 

Linger o'er me sweet and long, 

Like an angel serai)h's song. 

Cheer this lone heart ; sweet sunshine bring ; 

Touch thou forme thy magic string ! 



16 ORANGE BLOSSOMS- 



THE MORNING WALK. 



The morning dawned sweetly o'er valley and liill. 

The lowing herds wended their way, 
As forth from my cottage in thoughtfid mood, 

1 welcomed the opening day. 

I strayed in the dingle, I strayed in the dell 
Where flowers bloomed fragrant and fair; 

All nature seemed dressed for a gay revel. 
And sweet zephyrs scented the air. 

The roses were blushing with exquisite hue, 
The verdure was spangled with dew. 

The lilies were robed in snow}* white, 
As the sunlight went gleaming ihrough. 

The birds were singing their morning song. 

So blissful they warbled to me. 
And 1 thought if earth could look so fair, 

O, what nuist Paradise be? 



CHANGE BLOSSOMS. 17 



THOUGHTS AT THE TOMB OF BURNS. 



" Within the monument is that most touching rel- 
ic of Burns, the Bible which he gave to ' Highland 
Mary ' at their solemn betrothal. It is in two vol- 
umes. On the flyleaf of the first, in the handwriting 
of the poet, is the text, 'And ye shall not swear my 
name falsely; I am the Lord. ' In the second, ' Thou 
shah not forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the 
Lord thine oaths. ' In both volumes is the name of 
Burns, with his mason's mark, and in one is a lock of 
Mary's own beautiful golden hair — a soft, glossy 
curl, which in that last tender parting may have been 
smoothed down by the caressing hand, may have 
waved in the breath, or lain against the breast, of the 
poet lover." 

I love to linger round this hallowed place. 

Where sleeps the bard of Bonnie Doon and Ajt, 

And as the scene with mournful steps I trace, 
To his fond memory di-op a friendly tear. 



18 ORANGE BLOSSOMS' 

O, well may Scotia boast the glorious name 
Of him who sang her sweetest, noblest lays ; 

Well has she reared to honest worth and fame 
This monument among lier hills and braes. 

Within this honored shrine the Holy Book 
He gave to Mary as a solemn vow 

At their betrothal — O, "tis sweet to look 
Upon that pure and sacred relic now. 

This lock of hair, this soft and glossy curl. 
That graced the brow of her he loved most dear, 

A fond remembrance of the lovely girl 
Whose soul is bright in heaven's celestial 
sphere. 

Fond tokens of tlie past, the dreamy past, 
Ye greet the eye of strangers from afar ; 

What sad emotions do ye o'er me cast 
While kneeling at the poet's sepulchre ! 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 19 



THE GOLDEN ROBIN. 



In the niorniiif;;, when the sunlight 
Ushers in the new-born clay, 

On the branches near ni}- casement, 
A Golden robin -wakes its lay. 

Sweetly falls upon ni}^ senses 
Nature's sweet and simple strain ; 

Bird of beauty, sing thou ever — 
I would hear it o'er again. 

If in gladness or in sadness — 
Whatsoe'er my lot may be — 

Welcome thou,0 little warbler, 
Suiging gaily on the tree. 



20 ORANGE BLOSSOMS* 



IN THE SCHOOL-HOUSE YARD. 



From my casement I am looking — 

' Tis a theme for any bard — 
Where the boys are out enjoying, 
Recess time, with faces glowing , 
In the school-house yard. 

It reminds me of the spring-time, 

When I was mj^self a boy ; 
For I used to jump and play, 
Then no care came with the day, 

And 'twas e'er a joy. 

See them running ! see them bumping ! 

Carolling both rough and hard ; 
Heels o'er head, thej^ fall a thumping — 
Leaping frog they now are jumping. 

In the school-house yard. 

Hear their voices loudly ringing ; 
Everjf tone is melody — 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 21 

Now thej^'i'e singing, now they're swinging, 
On the fence where they are clinging, 
In tlie school-house yard. 

Such a time, so full of pleasure, 

Happj' moments, never mari'ed — 
Such inspires poetic measure, 
For in each 1 see a treasure. 

In the school-house yard. 



22 ORANGE BLOSSOMS* 



ARABELLE. 



As Burns has sung of Hio-hland Mary, 
And told us that he loved sincerely, 
Why should I blush to simply tell 
How much I love my Arabelle ? 

Cannot a bard less known to fame 
Have in his breast a kindling flame 
Of love, and fondly love as well 
His Mary or his Ai'abelle ? 

The noblest of our lassies fair, 
With all their pomp and lofty air, 
For winning grace can ne'er excel 
The modest charms of Arabelle. 

Bright as the sun at early dawn, 
When sweetly glancing on the lawn, 
Sweet as the flowers in the dell, 
But fairer, is my Arabelle. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 23 



CHATEAUX EN ESPAGNE. 



Chateaux en Ef^pagne 

Have ever been to me 
Bright things of nuich delight. 

From time of infancy ; 
I've mused on various tliemes. 

Awake and in my dreams, 
And still in visions bright, 

I'm dreaming in my flight. 

Chateaux en Espagne 
Enchanting are to me. 

Chateaux en Espagne 

Are garrisoned with love, 
With hope and purity, 

Sweet emblems from above ; 
O, let me roam afar, 

Though flighty it may seem. 
To ramparts bright with stars, 

That shed a heavenl3' beam. 

Chateaux en Espagne 
Enchanting are to me. 



24 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE LITTLE BOOTBLACK. 



Have you seen the little bootblack 

Upon the crowded street, 
With his little box and blacking 

That shines your boots so neat ? 
How roguishly he asks you 
" "Will you have a shine ? " 
Although he's rough and ragged, 
I'd wish to call him mine. 

Have you seen the little bootblack ? 

Maybe he's not so neat 
As other little wealthj' boys 

We meet upon the street : 
But what of that? he's cunning; 

Perhaps he yet may be 
A man whom all will honor 

For his soul's sinceiity. 

Have you seen the little bootblack. 
With bright and sparkling eye. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 25 

Who Stands upon the corner 
• As you are passing by ? 
And does he not then <jreet you, 

And cry out, '' have a shine ? " 
Although he speaks so roughly, 

I'd wish to call him mine. 

Have you seen the little bootblack, 

And watched his boyish way 
Of strivmg for a livelihood 

On every coming day ? 
Perhaps a mother may be fed 

From what the poor boy gains ; 
Perhaps a lowly family 

From starving he sustains. 

Have you seen the little bootblacl; ? 

0,you must treat him kind. 
If he speaks a little roughly, 

' Tis a young untutored mind. 
Forgive him, for some future time, 

Within that youth may shine 
A soul of love befitting 

Om- Saviour's arms Divine. 



26 ORANGE BLOSSOMS, 



BEAUTIFUL MUSIC. 

Beautiful music, linger near ! 

Thy sweet tones I love to hear : 
Fold me in thy blissful spell ; 

With thee I would ever dwell. 

Beautiful music, O, how dear ! 

Bringing joy to one so drear ; 
Soft and low thou speak'st to me, 

With thy witching melody. 

Beautiful music ! God's sweet gift 
To loftier thoughts the soul to lift ; 

Like the orl) of living day, 
Bearing sunshine on its way. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 27 



THE DEAD BOY. 



O, that youth, so beautiful, 

Sliould pass away 

In life's young happj^ day — 
The good, the loved, the dutiful. 

Was he not his parents' joy ? 

Their hope and pride ? 

How tenderly they sat beside 
And watched their dying boy ! 

How thej' loved ! what tongue can tell 

That love for him? 

But death, with visage grim, 
Enwrapt him in its spell. 

Was there no love but kindred 

For that bright j-outh ? 

Maj^ not a stranger's heart, in truth, 
With grief be rended ? 



28 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Yes I w'c loved liim, too, and weep 
That one so young, 
Within the grave should be among 
The dead in silent sleep. 



OUANGE BLOSSOMS. 29 



TN THE WEST THE SUN IS SINKING. 

In the West the sun is sinkuig — 

Glorious orb ! refulgent light ! 
While my heart, in mem'ry thinking, 

Muses now as comes the night. 

For with you my thoughts are roaming ; 

Eyes grow dim as on I gaze ; 
At the setting and the coming 

Let me breathe our Maker's praise. 

Are you not, while now declining, 
Beaming o'er tlie friends I love ? 

Round them witli such beauty sliining. 
As j'ou vanish from above ? 

O, for them this heart is beating, 

As I thinlc of days since past, 
When our joyful, happy meeting 

Was so blissful to the last. 



30 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Yes, methiiiks your rays are glancing 
O'er them as you fade from sig'ht, 

Bringing in tlie slow advancing, 
Bliss or grief for them to-night. 

Yet ril hope that many a blessing 
Cheers them as you pass away ; 

May no tearful thoughts distressing 
Be with them this close of day. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 31 



THE SERENADE. 

Come to the casement, O sweet on my ear, 
Music, sweet music! O list thou and liear ; 
While the pale moon beams so lovely and 

bri<?ht, 
Come with me now, love, and drink of delight. 

'Tis the sweet lute, how delightful its tone, 
Touched by the hand of some wand'rer 

unknown ; 
Softly, O softly, now lingers the strain ; 
Perhaps, love,you never may hear it again. 

Hark ! 'tis his voice, he has come from afar, 
1"11 hasten to meet him, he's come from the 

war ; 
O bUssful this moment that heaven has gave ! 
Yes, yes, I am coming, my loved one, my 
brave ! 



32 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

FREEDOM OF SPEECH. 

Stand for Right, though murd'rous hands 

assail thee ; 
Falter not, but, witli uplifted voice, 
Speak thy thoughts — let not thy coui-age fail thee. 
For with thee there'll manj' hearts rejoice. 

Whether in the halls of legislation, 

Or within a lowlier, humbler place. 

Speak thy thoughts— thy rightful declaration— 

Though a coward hand would thee deface. 

Let the assassin, with his base inteution, 
Try to crush the words that speak sincere ; 
The horror of his crime and foul invention 
Will bring upon his name reproach severe. 

Freedom of Speech ! a right we claim forever 
When it argues for an honest cause ; 
And he's a villain who would seek to sever 
The chain of Freemen's sacred riglits and hiws. 



OllANGE BLOSSOMS. 33 



MUSIC ON THE WATERS. 



Music sweet is on the waters ; 

Soft!}' come the dulcet strains : 
Hark ! 'tis gently floating neai-er, 

Weaving round me magic chains. 

Can it be that angel voices 
Chant their hymns upon the sea ? 

Or do earthly mortals ever 
Make such heavenly minstrelsy ? 

O, it is m3' soul entrancing ; 

Sweet it lingers on my waj% 
While my bark, thro' waves advancing, 

Bears me o'er the feathered spray. 



34 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THAT'S A FACT. 

Tliey say I'm growing old — 
That's a fact ! that's a fact ! 

They say I'm growing old — 
That's a fact ! 

For winter's gloomy day 

Is coming o'er my way, 

And soon Avill turn me gray — 
That's a fact I 

My eyes will soon groAV dim — 

That's a fact ! tliat's a fact ! 
My eyes will soon grow dim — 

That's a fact ! 
But though 1 should be blind, 
And to penury consigned, 
There's One that will be khid — 
That's a fact ! 

I've seen some happiness — 
That's a fact ! that's a fact I 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 35 

I've seen some happiness — 

That's a fact ! 
I am grateful for the same ; 
To the source from whence it came ; 
'Twas a joyous, happy llame — 
That's a fact ! 

Then I must not repine — 

That's a fact ! that's a fact ! 
Then I must not repine — 

That's a fact ! 
For whj^ should I he sad, 
Or foolishly g-o mad ? 
Better reason to be glad, 

That's a fact ! 

This life has many cares — 

That's a fact ! that's a fact ! 
This life has many eai'es — 

That's a fact ! 
And the older that we grow, 
"Will the shorter be our woe ; 
We'll be nearer heaven, yon know — 

That's a fact. 



36 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



BURY ME IN THE SUNSHINE. 



"Bury me in the sunshine;" 

Let its warm^iud gentle ray 
Shine forth upon my sepulchre, 

On eacli bright coming day : 
With its brightness hov'ring o'er ine, 

And its warmth upon the sod, 
So peaceful 1 shall slumber. 

While my soul returns to God. 

''• Bury me in the sunshine; " 

'Tis a Christian's last request, 
With the sweet Howers blooming round mc 

And the verdure on my breast : 
Thus 1 would be reposing, 

Not in the darksome night. 
But whei-e the day's immortal orb 

Sheds its celestial light. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 37 



THE DYING SOLDIERS. 



"After the battle of Bull Run, a fair Georgian 
youth and a Massachusetts boy lay beside each other 
fatally wounded. The generous Georgian said, 'we 
have fought as enemies, let us die like broihers. ' 

'With all my heart,' replied the other, and they 
chispcd hands, and so they died." 

" We fought as enemies upon the fleld, 
Amid the flame and smolvc we bravely met, 
Wliile round us loud the booming cannon pealed: 
Terrific moment ! can I e'er forget ? 

Were we not brothers once ? why here to-day 
Like fiends revengeful mingling in the fraj^ ? 
Is it for Southern fame that I must die ? " 
lie paused, and trembling breathed a tearful 
sigh. 



38 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Then spoke the Northern soldier as he lay, 
" I for my Country give my life away : " 
And as he spoke the Georgian grasped his hand, 
For botli were thinking of their Native Land. 

" Land of the glorious ! O home of tlie brave I 
Shall I find in tliy bosom a traitor's grave ? 
No, never ! " he cried, and his eye lit with i\ve 
" For my country I've lived, and for her I'll 
expire !" 

'• We battled as foes, " said fair Georgia's son, 
" As brothers we'll die — in feelings we're one. " 
" With heart and soul, " said the Northern 

boy true ; 
And they sleep in one grave 'neath tlie Red, 

White and Blue. 



OilANGE BLOSSOMS. 39 



PADDY'S JUBILEE. 



Richmond is ours ! 

All' fiiith ! by tne powers, 

It makes us frisl<y ! 
Oukl Jeff has skedaddled ; 
Pat. sure we'll get muddled 

Ou fine Irish whiskej'. 

Indade, Mike, we will ! 
An' sure have our fill, 

Och ! of the cratur ! 
Call Dennis and Jim, 
Pat Shea and Tim, 

And Phelim, the piper. 

For sure Gin'ral Grant, 
By way of a slant. 

Has whipped the ould traitor ! 
Pebcllion is dead. 



40 ORANGE liLOSSOMS. 

Knocked straight in tlie head, 
An' gold will be cheaper ! 

Arrah ! four years or more — 
Bad luck to the war ! 

Be jabers ! 'tis over ! 
Speculators will cry, 
Mind that in yer eye ; 

That's so ! Micky Grover. 

Faith, praties will be 
Down lower, you see — 

Good luck to the murphies I 
We'll have buttermilk, 
Be churning a lilt ; 
They've freed all the darkies ! 

Hurrah ! Pat, my boy ! 
For there will be joy 

At iv'ry shindy I 
Give us Rory O'More, 
"With Erin go Bragh ! 

Put the tlags in the windy. 

Let the Red, White and Blue, 
And our Green Banner too, 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 41 

Float over each shanty, 
Be dad, Pat Magee ! 
Och hone ! what a spi-ee ! 

Up, boys, and be ranty! 

The mudsills have beat, 
Made ould Lee retreat, 

An' cut up some prankies ! 
He's found the 'last diMi,' 
An' in the rebs pitch. 

With a whack from the 'Yankees ! ' 

St. Patrick, say I ! 
An' Fourth of July — 

The both o' thim iver ! 
Land of the free— 
Swate Ameriky— 

Now and foriver I 



42 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



LAY HER TO REST. 



Lay her to rest ! the young' and the beautiftil I 
While the sweet flowers of summer now bloom ; 

Look on her image now — on her cold marble 
brow, 
Ere her loved form lies low in the tomb. 

Parents watched over her, clun^^ to her tendei'ly. 

Smoothed down her pillow by night and by day ; 
Precious was she to them — sad was their requiem 

O'er the fond one who has gone to decay. 

Gently, O. kindly the portals close over her — 
Tears, falling fast, bedew the cold sod ; 

A rainbow of heavenly hue shining over her. 
Tells us she sleeps with her Father, and 
God. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 43 



THE PICNIC. 



The morning dawned sweetly, and the day until 
its close seemed lovely and auspicious. The sun rose 
in all its magnificence, and as it came brightly gleam- 
ing over hill and dale, the little birds warbled forth 
their morning hymn of praise to their Creator. 

"The lads and lasses in their best were dressed 
from top to toe," and their smiling faces and min- 
gled voices bespoke to us that a scene of blissful 
happiness was to be the result of all this joyful e- 
motion of young and happy hearts. 

On they go, tor joy and pleasure, 

To the shady grove, 
Where sweet music's tripping measure 

Charms them as they rove ; 
Happy hearts and smiling faces 

All united be : 
Dancing, swinging, leaps and I'aces, 

Make the revelry ! 



44 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Then the shout for Copenhagen 

Comes upon the ear ; 
The gh-ls — I'm sure I'm not mistaken — 

Like the sport sincere ! 
Some pretend that they don't like it ; 

Manj' such I've seen : 
But most of them will say to you 

That they're not so green ! 

The boys, of course, are never backward 

On a time like this ; 
Eagerly they're pressing forward 

To impart — the kiss ! 
All is mirth and sweet confusion, 

Joke and artless trick ; 
This is not a mere delusion, 

But a leal Fic-Nic! 



OUANGE BLOSSOMS. 45 



THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL. 



O, heard j^ou not that fearful sound, 
That shook the earth for miles a round, 
Or saw you not the cannon's flash 
Amidst the glittering claymores' clash? 

Yon lofty towei's, once so grand, 
That guarded Russia's sea-beat strand — 
Where are thej^ now ? In ruins torn — 
Their grandeur lost, their splendor gone ! 

Exulting shouts now rend the air, 
While thousands, groaning in despair, 
Proclaim that there's a battle done, 
A brave and noble vict'r}^ won ! 

With many now a gladness reigns; 
They chant to Heaven in grateful strains ; 



46 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

And nations' anthems tell to all 
Sebastoi^oPs most glorious fall ! 

But hark ' another sound, more drear, 
Falls with distraction on the ear ; 
The widow's shriek, the orphan's cry, 
Are mingling in the victory ! 

Behold them I many a mother wild 
Despairing for her darling cliild, 
Who lies upon the field of blood, 
A lifeless form, to meet his God ! 

- Alas ! for them let anthems rise 
High to the altar of the skies. 
While mutlled drums shall tell to all 
Sebastopol's most glorious fall ! 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 47 



ri.L THINK OF THEE. 



I'll think of thee la sunshine, 
And think of thee in shade ; 

If roaming- in the uiossj* dell, 
Or in the quiet glade, 
ril think of thee ! 

For thou liast been to me a friend, 
Long clierislied in m}- lieart; 

Wliere"er thou art by fortune led. 
If from me thou must part, 
I'll think of thoe ! 

Sliould death's relentless, icy hand 
Thy loving bosom craA'e, 

O, then in purest sympatliy 
While bending o'er th}' grave, 
I'll think of thee ! 



48 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



COT AT THE FOOT OF THE HILL. 



The moon with its radiant 

Splendor is beaming; 
The world is in slnmber, 

All silent and still ; 
111 wander alone 

In the beautiful gleamhig, 
To yon little cot 

At the foot of the hilL 

For. O, 'neath its roof 

There's a flower reposing 
I love with a fondness 

That time cannot chill; 
I'll sing my love lays 

Until moonlight is closing 
Around that sweet cot 

At the foot of the hill. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 49' 

And when from that spot 

I am homeward rtituniing, 
With heart full of raj^ture 

I'll think of it still ; 
My fondest affection, 

Forever enduring, 
Shall be in that cot 

At the foot of the liill. 



50 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



DEDICATION HYMN. 



O God, to Thee we humbly raise 
This temple as a sacred shrine, 

Wherein all hearts can meeklj" praise 
And bless Thy holy name divine. 

Ilex'e shall the grateful praj'er ascend. 
Great God, to Thee, whom we adore ; 

Here let each soul submissive bend. 
Thy love and mercy to implore. 

Ilere may the sweet, exalted strains 
Be ever chanted to Thy praise, 

Until each contrite heart attains 
Thy love through everlasting days. 

And may this place forever be 
An altar of Thy sacred laws ; 

Where every one devotedly 
Cs\n plead religion's holy cause. 



OltANGE BLOSSOMS. 51 



1 AM SAD. 

I am sad I 

I am thinking of the past, 
Of the stormy, bitter bhist 
That o'er me fixte had cast — 
That has sought me to the last! 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 
Thus said misfortmie's child, 
With plaintive accents wild. 
And franticly he smiled, 
With a mind by care detiled, 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 
For once all was so bright! 



52 ORANGE BLOSSOJIS. 

Now all is dark as night, 
O ! Heaven ! can it be right? 
No joy, no fond delight? 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

1 am sad ! 
Were they not false to me, 
Those I loved most tenderly? 
And, O, that this should be, 
This grief, this misery ! 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 
How dark and drear all seems J 
In visions I in my dreams ! 
Without one spark that beams 
Of friendship's sweetest gleams ! 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 
O, how the ling'ring train 
Of thoughts now rack my brain! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 53 

Come, joy, O, once a<^ain, 
Now ease this aclun<;- pain I 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 
O God ! Thou art my Friend ! 
Imploringly I bend ! 
Thy mercy now extend ! 
O God : p God ! defend ! 
I'm lonely — I am sad — 
And my brain is nearly mad. 

I am sad ! 

But see ! a light appears 

That dimmed for many j^ears ! 

And the child of grief and tears, 

Dwells in celestial spheres ! 

Not lonely — never sad — 

No more anguish ! no more madl 



54 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE DYING MUSICIAN'S REQUEST. 



" While I am passing to the land cfre.^t, 
Let Music sweetly fall upon my ear ; 
Then I shall feel that I am doubly blest, 
If harmony my dying senses cheer. 

* O, grant me this ! Full many, many years 
Has music been my theme of blissful joy ; 
A solace when my soul was bathed in tears, 
A pleasure from the spring-time of a boy, 

" Break forth, sweet strains, as oft ye have before, 

When youth and health glowed on my sunny brow ; 
Entrance me with your magic spell once more : — ■ 
I hear the tones ! I'm dying happy now ! " 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 55 



'TIS THY BRIGHT EYE. 

'Tis tliy bright eye, whose gentle ghiiices 

Beam so sweetlj' now on me ; 
That from my inmost soul enhances 

A love for thee. 

It tells me, in its looks of kindness, 

Of the soul's pure sympathy ; 
Its language brings to me a fondness 

Full sweet from thee. 

For in its glance no ray of malice 

Flashes on me tauntingly : 
O, who can e'er be sad and cheerless, 

And gaze at thee? 

When gloomy thoughts most sad oppress me, 

And life is like a troubled sea. 
If sighing for a friend to bless me, 

I gaze at thee. 



56 OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE GALE OF SIXTY-NINE. 



Sit down beside me, little child, 

And I'll relate to you 
About the gale of Sixty-Nine, — 

A story that is true. 

'Twas on an autumn afternoon, 

A warm September day, 
Full sultry was the atmosphere, 

No sun sent forth its ray. 

Dark clouds obscured its radiant light 

Away from human view ; 
They gathered east, they gathered west, 

North, south, we saw them too. 

And soon tlie rain in torrents fell 
From out the darkened sky ; 

The elements with fury raged ; 
The seas ran mountain high. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 57 

The wind, in all its maddening rage, 

Rushed on its fearful way, 
And hurled destruction far and near 

Upon that dismal day. 

It bent its course with mighty power 

Toward that structure grand — 
The Coliseum's noble walls 

Lay scattered on the land ! 

And many a lofty spire, whose head 

In homage towered high 
To heaven above, bright realm of love, 

Was crumbled 'neath the sky ! 

And ships upon the rocky coast 

Were shattered by the blast. 
And noble tars, for life to save, 

Were clinging to the mast ! 

Full many a human soul that day. 

Upon the ocean wave, 
Sank down beneath the foamy deep. 

To meet a watery grave ! 

And many a one, of household dear. 

Looked up to the Divine, 
To shield them from the terrors of 

The gale of Sixty-Nine ! 



58 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE COTTAGE DOOR. 

I sat beside a cottajre door, 
All old man sat beside rae there; 

He spoke to ine of daj^s of yore, 
Before the white had tiiio-ed liis liair. 

Said he, "These hills and mossy dales 
That you and I are viewing now, 

Have been the scenes of many tales 
Of cherished hopes and sacred vow." 

I knew the old man loved the spot, 
I saw it in his glistenino- eye ; 

Full well I knew he'd ne'er foroet 
Tlie joys of years lou"^ since gone by. 

He said, ''My days are but a few, 
But let us e'er contented be ; 

There's a better liuuh Til tell thee true. 
Remaining yet for you and me." 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 59 



THE WESTERN HUNTER. 



In forest wild, where boniiclin<i: deer 
Rush along the mountain side. 

Where panther, wolf, and angr}' bear 
Roam in all their savage pride, 

There lives the western hunter bold. 
Of whom some noble deeds are told. 

A king who sits upon his throne 
Can never more contented be ; 

The hills and rocks he calls his own; 
With lordly sway he roams them free. 

So lives the western hunter bold. 
Of whom some noble deeds are told. 

When morning dawns, forth from his hut 
O'er craggy cliifs he hies awaj' ; 

With dog and gun he strolls along. 
And eager watches for his prey. 



60 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

So lives the western hunter bold, - 
Of whom some noble deeds are told. 

When night comes on, he then returns 
All laden with the sports of day ; 

Down by the fire that dimly burns, 
In rest he passes night away. 

So lives the western hunter bold. 
Of whom some noble deeds are told. 

Then here's a health, old hunter brave. 
Great monarch of the rugged west; 

May Heaven own you when the grave 
Has bound you in eternal rest. 

God bless the western hunter bold. 
Of whom such noble deeds are told. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 61 



ADELAIDE. 



'Tvvas too early, in her youth, 

That I saw her pass awuj', 
And beheld the one I loved 

A lifeless form of cla}'. 
O, the cruel hand of death 

Has caused mj' tears too soon to How, 
And this troubled heart will evermore 

Tlie sad emotion Icnow. 

'Twas too earlj% in her youth, 
That she whispered soft to me, 

And told me she was dying, 
As 1 knelt upon my knee, 

O, the, &c. 

'Tis too earlj^ in her youtli, — 
For the world has lost a jj:em, — 



t>2 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Too soon for me, with tremblin<^ lip, 

To breathe her requiem. 
O, the, &c. 

'Tis too early, in her youth, 
For flowers to bloom and fade 

Around the grave of her I loved, 
My darling Adelaide, 

O, the, «S;c. 



OUAKGE RLOSSOMS. 63 



PM THINKING OF THEE. 

When moonlight in splendor is beaming, 

And cool zeph^a-s ruffle the sea; 
When the stars in their beauty are gleaming, 

My Dearest, I'm thinking of Thee. 

When roses and lilies are blooming. 
And nightingales sing on the tree ; 

When the bird of the morning is pluming 
Her pinion, I'm thinking of Thee. 

When dew-drops bespangle the flowers 
That deck o'er the valley and lea; 

VVhen the gardens are gladdened by showers. 
Then, Dearest, I'm thinking of Thee. 

And when at the ho^ir of devotion 

I fall on the oft bended knee; 
With feelings of sacred emotion. 

Then, Deai'est, I'm thinking of Thee. 



64 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



MOUNT VERNON. 

How dear to every soul of sensibility is this spot, 
this quiet resting place ofour loved Washington! As 
long 'as human hearts contain one spark of pure and 
honest feeling, so long will fond affection f r/.ne its 
garlands here. 

Where sweet Potomac's waters ghde, 

"Where ebbs and flows her purple tide, 

Where sleeps Columbia's dearest pride, 

Her glorious Washington. 

Here lies the Father of our land 
lu sweet repose, sublimely grand, 
While guards of heaven's angehc band 
Watch o'er the sacred dust. 

O, shades of Vernon, doublj- dear 
To ev'ry lionest heart sincere, 
'Tis sweet to twine around thee liere 
Aflectiou's purest love. 



ORiVNGE BLOSSOMS. ()5 

No pompous grandeur gilds the scene, 
iJ'o stately tomb of king or queen ; 
But decked with nature's mantle green 
Behold our Washington. 

O freemen, pause and worship here; 
Bedew tlie spot witli many a tear ; 
Let every noble heart revere 

The tomb of \Vashin<rtou. 



66 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



GEORGE PEABODY 



" He that hatli a bountiful eye shall be blessed ; 
for he giveth of his bread to the poor." — Prov. 
xxii. 9. 

One more generous, noble soul 

Has passed from earth away 
To that abode of heavenly bliss 

Where shines eternal day. 

Gone from earth, hut memory dear 

Has twined a wreath of love 
As pure and briglit as ever sought 

The beauteous realms above. 



Millions cherish that rich boon 
Thou gav'st to them on earth, 

Of wealth, of treasure that so cheered 
Full many a dreary hearth. 



OEANGE BLOSSOMS. 67 

The infant child, by parents taught, 

Will lisp thy honored name ; 
And in each warm and glowing heart 

Burn bright a lovinjj flame. 



And in the household of the poor, 
In this and other climes, 

Shall wake a hymn of gratitude, 
In tones of sweetest chimes- 



Benevolence ! O, that to thee 
Was more than earthly fame ; 

Thine was the germ of love and light 
That from high heaven came. 



Farewell ! The turf that covers thee 
Will in the sunlight bloom ; 

And many a Mary linger round 
The portals of thy tomb. 



68 ORANGE BLOSSOMS, 



LITTLE WILLIE'S FAREWELL, 

As the early sun was shilling, 
Wliile upon my coucli reclining, 
Came a j-outh with arms entwining. 
Whispering in my ears, " Farewell I " 

Ne'er shall I forget that morning; 
Sadness lingered round its dawning ; 
For a youthful heart was turning, 
Whispering in my ears, " Farewell!" 

Tearful eyes betrayed the feeling, 
Of a love most pure revealing, 
To my inmost soul appealing, 
WhisiJering in my ears, " Farewell !" 

O, the grief of friendship's parting, 
When aflection's tears are starting 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 09 

Down the cheek of youth departing, 
Whispering in our ears, *' Farewell I" 

Angels, guide the little rover ; 
Night and day around liim hover; 
Guard my fond and darling bi-other, 
VYliispering in my eai'S, '" Farewell!'" 



70 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE DEATH OF EVERETT. 



A nation mourns for her illustrious dead. 
Who ill her halls of learniug such briylit lus- 
tre shed I 
The statesman, sage, the patriot, whose fire 
Of noble eloquence did oft inspire, 
And cause the world to wonder and aduiire. 

Everett's dead I the great man is no more, 
And age and youth alike his loss deplore ; 
All, all seems dreary, as the sad'ning tale 
Is passing onward, with a mournful wail, 
To earth's remotest mountain, hill and vale. 

Gone ! gone ! how silent now, how cold 
Those lips that spoke as Cicero of old ! 
All hushed, no sound will glad our list'ning oar 
But, O, Ills name we love — we still revere, 
Willi hearts of gratitude sincere. 



ORANGE BI>()SSOMS. 71 

Passed from earth ! such is raorcality ! 

It is ordauicd by Heaven's decree, and it must be 

Tliat mau shall die, and in tlie grave 

The mortal form of king or slave 

The unrelenting worm shall crave. 

But, O, the soul ' that gift of Ilim divine. 
Will in the realms of bliss more brightly sliiiie. 
And man shall be immortal! his reward 
( By angels suug in one harmonious chord ) 
The bosom of his Maker and his God. 



72 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



FATHKR, I'LL MEET YOU IN HEAVEN. 

O, Father, I'll meet 5^011 in Heaven, 

'Mid the bright and beautiful throng 
That gather around their Creator, 

To praise Him witii angelic song : 
Wliere flowers in Paradise blooming, 

'Mid fields so fragrant and fair. 
Where sunlight and moonlightarebeaming;— 

Dear Father, O, I'll meet jou there. 

O, Father, Til meet you in Heaven, 

Where the soul is sweetly at rest, 
Where the conflict of mortals can never 

Invade the abodes of the blest : 
And then by thy side, fondest parent. 

So blissful in regions so fair, 
We'll wander in pastures of beauty ;— 

Dear father, O, I'll meet you tliere. 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 73 



THE BRILLIAN"T MANSION. 

O, mother! see those brilliant lights 

In ponder mansion grand, 
Where those who're called the gi-eatest live, 

With gold at their command. 
How happy they must be, mamma, 

Would we were rich like Ihem ! 
To own our silks and satins tine, 

Our pearls and diadem ! 

My child, whj^ speak in such a way ? 

Are you not happy now? 
Does not the moon's bright beaming ray 

Shine down upon your brow? 

O, mother ! but my feet are bare. 

And we are poorly clad— 
Sometimes 1 know you're wanting gold, 

You often seem so sad ; 
O then we ne'er should have to weep. 



74 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Or beg from street to street ; 
We'd have good clothes to keep us warm, 
And shoes upon our feet ! 

My child, perhaps with all the wealth 

That decks those halls so fair. 
There lurks within some miser}'. 

Some cloud of dai-k despair ; 
Should we not be content, ni}' cliilJ, 

Whate'er our lot may be, 
Since God has ordered for our fate 

This sad adversity? 

I know, mamma, you've told me oft 
That God is kind and good ; 

But then, I thought if it was ro 
We should not starve for food ! 

My child, I know 'tis hard to be 

By poverty opprest. 
And those who are sometimes in wiint. 

Sometimes by Heaven are blest. 
Such then maj' be our case, my ciiild. 

Though drearily we plod 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 75 

This woi'kl, our thoughts should ever be 
To Heaven and to God ! 

O mother, then I'll kneel and pray . 

For what to us is given, 
And be content from day to day 

With blessings sent from Heaven. 



76 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



MAIDEN FAIR. 



Maiden fair ! Maiden fair! wilt thou be mine? 
Garlands of roses for thee 1 will twine; 
Say you will ever be mine to adore, 
Tell me but this and I'll ask you no nioi-o ! 

Maiden fair ! Maiden fair ! listen to me ! 
Richest of treasures I'll gather for tliee ; 
Happy the moments with us will pass by ; 
Maiden of beauty, O, list to my sigli ! 

Maiden fair! Maiden fair! hope of my soul. 
Dreams of enchantment my senses conti'ol ; 
Awake or dreaming my thoughts are of tliee ; 
Ever the same, love, listen to me • 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 77 



WE LOST OUR LIMBS. 



" We lost our limbs, but saved our country; 

Glory be on high ! 
And ever for the land we cherish 

We would nobly die ! 
Althoug-h we have been scarred in battle, 

We will not repine, 
But now with liearts of joy and gladness 

Welcome Freedom's shrine ! 

'• We lost our limbs, but saved our country 

From a treach'rous band ! 
Dearest friends, once more we greet you 

In a peaceful land ! 
Sweet to us is this fond greeting 

Of our friends so dear ! 
Blissful ever be around us 

Frieudshii)"s smile and cheer ! 



78 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

" We lost our limbs, but saved our country ; 

Glorious cause of rio^ht J 
We have fouj^ht throui^h uiauy a battle, 

In the fiercest fight ! 
Glory perched upon our banner ; 

Clouds of dark dismay. 
No more linger round us dreary — 

Brightness gilds the da}' ' " 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 79 



JAMES AND ALFRED. 

"James and Alfred were two good boys who had 
little ships, and James' ship sailed over the pond- 
Alfred was so glad that he asked James to dinner, 
and they had gingerbread. So James offered to give 
Alfred his little ship, as a proof that all James' coun- 
trymen were so glad Alfred had given him such a nice 
dinner. But Alfred wouldn't take the little ship be- 
cause it was too good for him, and so both boys were 
glad and hoped their families would never quarrel." 

James and Alfred, two good boys. 

Each had a little ship : 
James he thought lie'd cross the Pond, 

And make a gallant trip ; 
He sailed from 'New York one line day, 

His heart beat higli witli glee ; 
He was bound to see his cousin Alf 

Awaj' across the sea I 



80 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

James he loved his little craft, 

Miss Henrietta Yacht; 
He thouy-ht it was the nicest toy 

That he had ever boufrht; 
And so he sailed, and sailed away. 

For jolly now was he ; 
He was bound to see his cousin Aif 

Away across the sea ! 

When next we heard from little James, 

'Twas at the river Cowes ; 
Her Majestj^ upon tlie beach. 

Now welcomed liim with bows; 
Prince Alfred then gave him some cake. 

And shook liis hand most fi'(;e — 
O, cousin Jim! you noble boy! 

To come across the sea. 

And Jinmiy he was mighty phrased 
With Cowes and Bulls and Cake. 

And so he thought tliat in retiaii 
To Alf a gift lie'd malvC ; 

He said, "'■My Henrietta Yacht 
I offer now to thee ; 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 81 

Now take it from your cousin Jim, 
That camo across the sea. " 

But Alfy, he was rather shy 

To take the little ship, 
Too '• costly present, " cousin Jim, 

'' Compelled, " I let it slip ; 
But, cousin Jim, I ever sliall 

Appreciative be, 
Of all your kind intentions 

That come across the sea. 



82 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE DEATH OF LINCOLN. 

Mournful ! O, tearful ! Columbia to-day ! 
Sorrow and sadness obscuring the way, 
Millions of freemen all tremulous tell 
Tlie tidings tliat have our loved country befell. 
Mournful ! O, tearful ! Columbia to-day, 
The chief of our nation has faded away. 

Thus was a patriot, the good and the great, 
The head of the nation, our dear magistrate, 
Struck down in life by a murderous hand, 
The true martyr'd chief of our great Union band. 
Mournful ! O, tearful, &c. 

Weep ! O, Columbia ! your tears long will lave 
The grave of the fallen, the " honest '' and brave ; 
His mem'ry will live until time is no more. 
And nations of earth his loss will deplore. 
Mournful ! O, tearful, &e. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 83 



THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH. 



Spare, spare the relic old ! 

Let no rude hand 
Mar, in its glory now, 

The Old Church grand ! 
Ever to us so dear ; 
Still loved by us sincere ; 
Treasure of many a year, 

Long may it stand ! 

Spare, spare the relic old! 

Sons of the sires. 
Where once in ages past 

Shone Freedom's fires. 
Say then it yet shall be 
Dearer to you and me : 
Emblem of Liberty, 

Long may it stand! 

Spare, spare the relic old! 

Where sacred love. 
From pure and fervent hearts, 

Rose high above. 
O, may it still remain ! 
Ever to be again. 
Pride of our loved domain, — 

Long may it stand! 



84 OBANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE CAPTAIN'S PRIDE. 

A gallant ship's the thing for me, 
When dashing o'er the foamy sea; 
Whose sails are bending to tlie breeze, 
As on she rides witli grace and ease. 
This is my pride : a ship for me, 
Out upon the sparkling sea ! 

O, then give me a jolly crew, 
Whose hearts are bold, and manly too ; 
For then we'll pass so clieerfuUy 
Our time upon the swelling sea ! 
This is my pride, by night or day — 
A ship, a crew, and feathered spray ! 

The sailor often thinks of home, 
Though he in distant lands may roam ; 
His lieart beats true to all that's dear, 
Sometimes he sheds the friendly tear ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 85 

But then his joy will ever be, 
A ship upon the sparkling sea ! 

I love to view the less'ning strand, 
Though dear to me the waving hand 
That sweetly bids the fond adieu 
To those among our noble crew. 
This is my pride, and e'er will be — 
A sliip upon the sparkling sea ! 



86 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



EUGENE. 

Summer comes, with all its beauties, 

Decking hill and valley fair ; 
Dew drops gild the morning daisies, 
' Warbling bb'ds sing in the air. 

But for me, alas I how lonely, 

Since my darlings is afar 
In tlie battles ; he's my only ; 

Heaven guard him in the war ! 

Flowers are blooming round tlie easement, 

Twining at the cottage door ; 
Gentle zephyrs murmur by me. 

But his voice I hear no more. 

Fierce, may be, the conflict rages ; 
Foremost in the fearful fray^ 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 87 

Methinks I see my loved one braving 
All the dan;^'ers of the day. 

But 'tis for his country's glory ! 

Must my soul so mournful be? 
No ! Ill freely give my only, 

Since lie dies for liberty ! 



88 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE BATTLE OF THE BRIDGE. 



Sit down by my side, my own little fond one, 

And I will relate you a tale of the past, 
How the armies of England came over the ocean, 

With terror and carnage our country to blast. 

How blest is the day, what love and pure feeling 
Inspire us to cherish the true hearts of old, 

Whose courage and brave deeds through all time revealing 
Remembrance more jirecious and brighter than gold. 

'Twas the Nineteenth of April, the bright sun was gleaming 
In beauty and splendor o'er valley and hill ; 

The fields and the meadows with verdure were teeming — 
But hark ! from each hamlet a murmur, a thrill ! 

Our forefatheKs long had suffered oppression, 

Decreed by a tyrant far over the sea ; 
No longer shall Britaiii retain her jiossession — 

" Arouse thee ! " they cried ; " our land shall be free ! " 

O'er hill and o'er valley the watchword was Hying, 
" The invaders are near us ! — on to the fray ! 



OBANGE BLOSSOMS. 89 

To the Bridge ! " was the cry, so brave and defying, 
That told of the patriots' courage that day. 

•' Arouse thee ! for onward the foemen are marching ! " 

Shouted each patriot, like a command ; 
To arms, to arms each freeman was rushing, 

For liberty, life, and his dear native land. 

Onward they came, the foe bold and fearless, 
Eager to wreak all their vengeance around ; 

Audacious and proud, as though they were peerless — 
Alas for them, what vain glory they found ! 

" Halt ! At the Bridge ! " was the order resounding 
For there was a band of souls, brave and true. 

With a firmness and wiH as bold and astounding 
As ancient or modern, times ever knew. 

'Twas our patriot sires, Avhose love and devotion 
For country, for home, and all that was dear ; 
Who confronted the foe that came o'er the ocean, 
Vnd vanquished the spirit of tyranny here. 

Then let us remember the day, and our fathers. 
Who perilled their lives in so glorious a cause : 

Now, fond one, I've told you ; repeat it to others, — 
Their deeds are worthy the Nation's applause. 



90 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE LAST REQUEST. 



Lay me beside the form of her I love ; 

There I would wish to sleep mj^ lon^?, last sleep. 
There to remain until the One above 

Shall call us from the dark and vaulted deep I 

Is it not fitting that two brolien hearts 
Should moulder with each other side by side? 

What to tlie liuman soul more grief imparts 
Than when fond, loving kindred ties divide? 

So may it be in death as 'twas in life — 
That sweet communion be around our dust, 

Secure from all the ills of worldly strife, 
The hearts on whom ingratitude was thrust. 

My mother, thou who taught me first to speak, 
And guided me in virtue's noblest way, 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 91 

That oft imprinted on my youthful cheek 
A Iviss, as at tliy side 1 knelt to pray I 

I know there's One above wiiose watcliful care 
Will fall on us with heavenly sympathy ; 

Although in life our path was sad despair, 
In death "tw ill prove an immortality ! 



92 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



OUR GLORIOUS BANNER. 



Our glorious Banner is waving; 
Around us its folds gently fall ; 

In the conflict how nobly 'tis braving I 
And gallantlj' streams over all 

Whom its stars and its stripes are defending, 
'Mid the perils of battle's array, 

Wliere each patriot soldier is sending 
A terror to foes in the fray I 

Defend now the Red, White and Blue ! 
Defend now the Red, White and Blue I 

We'll stand by the Union forever- 
Defend now the Red, Wliite and Blue ! 

Remember the days long departed. 
Remember the sires who have died. 

When at Concord those brave noble hearted 
Oppression so sternly defied. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 93 

Shall the sons of those heroes surrender 

To traitors our glorious land, 
Then rally each patriot defender, 

And swear by the Union to stand. 
Defend now, &c. 

What heart does not beat with devotion 

At the sound of our Washington's name? 
Or thinks not, with fervent emotion. 

Plow dearly he bought us our fame? 
O, ever his memory cherish, 

And all its bright lustre revere ; 
May the traitor who sullies it perish, 

For to us it.is sacred and dear. 
Defend now, &g. 



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ONCE I WAS A BONNIE LADDIE. 

Once I was a bonnie laddie, 

In my native land ; 
But I left her braes and higlilands 

For a foreign strand. 
Though for many years I've dwelt 

In dear Columbia's clime, 
Can I e'er forget my home, 

Or youth's bright, sunnj^ time? 

Once I was a bonnie laddie, 

Roaming in the glen, 
Straying out upon the heather, 

With tlie lassies then ! 
Joys like those should ever be 

The poet's theme for rhyme : 
Can 1 e'er forget my home, 

Or youtli's bright, sunny time? 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 95 

Once I was a bonuie laddie ; 

Now I'm growin«; gray. 
And each j-ear now brings me nearer 

To life's closing daj' : 
Ma3^ fond inem'ry be as sweet 

As was mj- boyhood's prime ! 
Can I e'er forget my home, 

Or youth's bright, sunnj^ time ? 



96 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



LITTLE JOSIE. 

O, it was not in the sprino--time 

Or tlie autumn of the j-ear ; 
It was wlien winter's chilly blast 

Made hill and valley drear, 
That I looked upon an ani^el 

With a brow of marble white ; 
'Twas a darling of my kindred, 

Sleeping in immortal light. 

While bending o'er the casket 

Strewn o'er with fragrant tlowers, 
I thought that none more lovely 

Could dwell in Eden's bowers ; 
I thought of her whose pi-attliug lips 

Oft greeted me before, 
And the many times she met me 

At the threshold of the door. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS, 97 

O, God ! with an imploring soul 

Thy blessing I would crave 
On those who in affliction 

Have followed to the grave 
The one they loved and cherished, 

The beautiful and fair : 
O, bless them, heavenl}- Father, 

With Thy divinest care. 



98 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE POOR MAN'S SOLILOQUY. 

What consolation 'tis to know 
That " poverty is no dis,i;:race ! " 

For if the precept was not so, 
I should not dare to show my face ! 

Some think me rich in worldly store, 
Wliile others know me as I be ; 

I covet not the golden ore 
That hurries some to misery ! 

I've marked the course of some who once 
Were quite as humble as mj'self ; 

But luck has changed, and now they strut 
In dignitj^ of show and pelf! 

I do not court the pompous pride 
Of those who think themselves so gieut ; 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 99 

Not thouo:h tliey boast thoir boundless wealth 
Or ride upon a chair of state. 

'Twas God's intent that men should be 

As brothers in this world of ours, 
As long as love and honesty 

Should be their passion's ruling powers. 

Perhaps this gentle hint may prove 

A moral for some friends of mine. 
Whose grandeur lures them from the path 

That makes humanity divine. 

Give me a heart that's rich with love, — 

No other treasure I adore, — 
A heart that God will sure approve, 

And let me evermore be poor I 



100 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



A NATIONAL SONG. 

Come join with me in noble song. 

And let us be sincere; 
Our native land shall be the theme ; 

Our hearts shall have no fear. 
Since monarchs do not rule our soil 

With power and command, 
We'll sing most free in praise of thee, 

Our own, our native land. * 

What inspiration prompts the heart 

To such a glorious cause? 
The freedom that we now enjoy, 

It merits our applause. 
And God, the Father of us all, 

With his protecting hand, 
Will bless us while we praise in song 

Our own, our native land. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 101 

Let Youth and Age with mingled voice 

The joyful strain awake ! 
Let true devotion fire each soul, 

While forth the paeans break ! 
Great God of all the universe, 

With thy protecting iiand 
O guard the soil tiiat gave us birth— 

Oui- own, our native land. 



102 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



NODDLE ISLAND. 



O, Noddle Island, lovely spot 

Amid the dark blue sea, 
When other joys have been forgot, 

Thou'lt yet be dear to me; 
For many pleasant moments I 

Have seen upon thy shore, 
When friends were near, and hopes were high, 

And happiness in store. 

Let others talk of sunny climes, 

And palace halls so gay; 
More blissful are the pleasant times 

Our people pass away. 
Contented in their Island home, 

We see them kind and free ; 
As jovial as the dashing foam 

Of waves that circle thee ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS 103 

I'll sini^ thy praise wUh heait and voice, 

Whatever be my lot ; 
Though forced to sigh, or to rejoice, 

Thoult be my cherished spot. 
Some joy comes with each sparkling wave 

That brealcs upon thy shore ; 
'Tis all I asU or ever crave, 

I do not covet more. 



104 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE RESCUED MARINERS. 



This Ballad portrays a scene which occurred off' 
the harbor of St. John, New Brunswick, on the 
twenty-third of .October, 1853. 

The schooner Maria went ashore, and her crew, 
five in number, took to the rigging for safety. iMinute 
guns were fired from the Fort, as signals of distress. 

A pilot boat attempted to go to their rescue, but ow- 
ing to the severity of the gale, had to put back. 

Seeing the perilous position of the mariners, three 
noble-hearted men manned one of the steamer East- 
ern City's life boats, and fearlessly went to their 
assistance, and rescued them; for which they receiv- 
ed a splendid silver medal from the Corporation of 
the City of St. John. 

Let me that dreadful scene relate, 

Its terror now portray, 
That others e'er may emulate 

The heroes of that day. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS 105 

A gale, its like had never been 

For many years before, 
Swept onward with terrific rage 

O'er sea, and on tlie shore. 

The breakers running mountains liigh, 

Witli mad'ning fury lashed; 
While to and fro so feai-fully 

On rock and shijj they dashed ! 

Amid the tempest's rage, behold ! 

A vessel in distress ! 
All hands are clinging to the shrouds 

For life, in hopelessness ! 

The minute gun, with solenui boom 

Awakes the distant land. 
And thousands,rushing to tlie call. 

Now throng tlie shore and strand. 

Those gallant tars in sad despair 

Are thinking of their doom. 
Expecting soon to be ingultod 

Within a wat'ry tomb. 



106 ORANOK BLOSSOMS. 

But see ! a life-boat now appears 

Amid the angry foam— 
A thrill of joy now fills each heart! 

They smile ! — and think of home ! 

Brave men have manned the boat, and now 
They're struggling 'mid the waves ; 

A shout is ringing from the shore. 
In honor of the braves ! 

They're rescued ! And securely now 
Are borne from danger's harm ; 

They've braved the perils of that day, 
The gale, the waves, the storm ' 

O God, to Tliee let praise be given ; 

They're safe upon the strand ! 
And grateful prayers went up to heaven, 

From that loved, happy baud. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 107 



DEDICATION ODE. 



Raise a glad sonor to-day, 
For learning holds its sway 

On our loved shore ; 
Reared now this Temple grand, 
By noble mortals planned. 
Welcome, with heart and liand, 

Forevermore ! 

Here shall great thoughts arise, 
Tow'ring toward the skies. 

From minds held dear, 
Lifting the soul above, 
Guiding with truth and love, 
Teaching each heart to move 

With joy sincere ! 

Here Music's tones maj' blend, 
And from these walls ascend 



108 ORANGK BLOSSOMS. 

Its blissful strains, 
And, with its magic art, 
Emotions sweet impart 
In many a dreary heart 

Of griefs and pains ! 

Praised be the glorious work ! 
May nought immoral lurk 

Within this shrine ; 
May all that's good and great 
Here be to elevate 
And nobly emulate 

All things divine ! 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 109 



THE HANGING OF THE LANTERNS. 

Once a little girl was reacling to her grand- 
father of the proposed centennial celebration of the 
battles of Concord and Lexington ; and in reading 
of the intention of hanging out the lanterns in the 
Old North Church, as they were hung a hundred 
years ago, he exclaimed, " Yes, my darling! hang 
them out! " And the fire of true patriotism lit the 
old man's eyes as he continued : — 

" Hang them out ! hang them out in the old church-lower, 
As they hung on that night and perilous hour ! 
The beacon of warning, whose rays beamed afar, 
The signal of danger, the herald of war. 

" Let the sons of the sires who have gone to their rest, 
Behold them in brightness, North, South, East, and West ! 
Let the infant boy look to the spire on high — 
In a cause as noble he may yet bravely die ! 

" Though a hundred years have passed and gone 
Since miles away their first glimmer was borne 
hi the darkness of night o'er valley and plain. 
When they stirred the blood in each patriot's vein, 



110 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

" Hang them out ! hang them out ! they tell of the night 
The invaders were marching, all cautious and light, 
To surprise the people of Concord, they say, 
By entering the town at the dawn of day. 

" Hang them out in the steejde that o'erlooks the sea ! 
Let them tell of the dawning of sweet liberty ! 
Let them shine o'er the waters and over the land ! 
Hang them out 'mid the chimes of the old church grand ; 

" 'Mid the shouts and the chorus that float on the air 
From the throng who have gathered to welcome them there, 
As they hung in the past, when o'er vales far away 
They shed so resplendent their glittering ray. 

" Hang them out ! let them hang in the mist of the night ! 
In the old church-tower, each freeman's delight ! 
For they tell of the daring, the brave deeds of old ; 
To us let them all of past glories unfold ! 

" In the days of the past, 'twas the lanterns' bright glare 
That through villages bade the brave yeomen prepare ! 
Aroused them, and kindled in each heart a flame 
That burned into brightness of glory and fame ! 

" Hang them out ! hang them out to the sons of the sires, 
So their bright beaming rays in devotion inspires 
A true love for country, as noble and brave 
As ever yet hallowed a patriot's grave ! " 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. I I 1 



ALICE. 



In the silent grave reposing, 
Calnil}^ sweetly sleepest thou : 

But how sad to us the closing 
Of the turf upon thj- brow ! 

Those w^ho knew thee loved thee fonUy 
Friendship ching around thy path ; 

Kindred ties full many bound thee 
Here with us upon the earth. 

O, those lost and happy moments 
That have vanished, gone with thee. 

Buried like the scattered fragments 
Of a wreck beneath the sea! 

And the hand of death has severed 
All those chains of earthly bliss, 



112 ORANfSE BLOSSOM.^. 

That so oft in life liad o-athered 
Eound tliy patli of liappiness. 

In tliy miglity Maker's presence 
May St tiiou share celestial love; 

Blissful be thy soul's bright entrance 
To the heavenly i-culms above. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 113 



FAREWELL, DEAR SPOT. 

Farewell, dear spot ! With much regret 

I say farewell to you ! 
To all the scenes that cling around, 

I fondly bid adieu ! 

No more beneath thy humble roof 

Will that dear aged sire 
Greet me with those kind words of love 

That oft did me inspire. 

No more will friendship, full, sincere, 

From woman's heart, again 
Welcome me to that abode, 

That rock-bound, loved domain. 

And ne'er again, at early dawn, 
May I with pleasure view 



114 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

The flowers that bloom around thy porch, 
Bespangled o'er with dew. 

For me the birds may never sing 
A welcome strain at morn ; 

I may not listen to their song 
Upon the grassy lawn. 

The teeming fields, all richly clad 

With lovely verdure green, 
Perhaps I ne'er again may see 

As oft I once have seen. 

The lowing herd, that gathered in 

At sunset's quiet hour, 
No more will glad the eyes that watched 

Them nestled in their bower. 

Farewell, dear spot ! AVith much regret 

I say farewell to you ! 
To all the scenes that cling around, 

I fondly bid adieu. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 115 



CONCORD MUSTER. 



'Tis not the Concord fight of old 

Which I am "bout relating. 
For that, you know, was settled right, 

And needs no more debating, 
Yankee doodle, doodle-doo, 

Yankee doodle dand}* ! 
Sam went a trainin' with the Guards 

And didn't get smashed on brandy ! 

But 'tis about the muster I 

Attended in September, 
When all the military men 

Were tliere in goodly number. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

They came from all the State around, 
With trumpets, drums and whistles; 



116 ORANOF, RT.OSSOMS. 

Tlie strains that fell upon the ear 

Were sharp as any thistles. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

The sojers made a splendid sight, 
The boj'S kicked up a rumpus; 

Among the gallants on the field. 
Was noble Captain Burapus ! 

Yankee doodle, &c. 

Doughnuts were in great demand, 

And lemonade a plenty ; 
The " nicks" and •' outs " were round about 

And boj^s were running sentry. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

Ilir Excellency on his steed, 
Looked just like Alexander,— 

All Europe could not make him yield. 
While on his Morgan prancerl 

Yankee doodle, &c. 

The Noddle Island boys were there 
In all their martial glory ; 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 1 17 

But how tliej- looked, and how they did, 

Our '■' Ledger" told the story. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

Major Poore, the savage man, 

Refused to hip-hurrah, sir ! 
They'd ought to drive him out of town, 

Perfumed with some cold " tar ", sir. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

Gen'ral Wool was there one day. 

Also the Legislature ; 
Of course, they all were might}' pleased 

With that ar' grand display, sir! 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

Patience Pratt, and Hezekiah, 

From yon suburban village. 
Were on the arms of Jedediah, 

The "• verdant " youth of tillage. 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

They thought it was the greatest sight 
That ever met their eyeses 



118 * ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

They said that "'ghi'^er-bread" was cheap, 

As well as apple pieses ! 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

The po-lice-meu were on the ground 
To see that all was rin^ht, sir. 

They'd pounce upon hiiu if they caught 
A feller any •• ti<^ht, "' sir ! 

Yankee doodle, &c. 

O such a show was never seen ! 

It did " beat ail creation, " — 
They say it was the grandest yet 

That happened in the nation ! 
Yankee doodle, &c. 

And when they have another time, 
A State Encampment Muster, 

May Sam be tliere to see the fun. 
If 'tis all " sand " and '' dust, " sir 1 

Yankee doodle, «&;c. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 119 



LINES FOR AN ALBUM. 

May life be always brig^ht to thee. 

Forever, dearest friend ; 
For thee a path of happiness. 

Could I, I'd sure extend : 
Still, I can crave that boon for thee, 

And wish it may be so. 
But heaven orders and ordains 

Such joy for all below : 
Then may that blessing ever be 

For thee, my friend, for thee. 



120 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



OUR HEROES. 



'Twas love of country — gloi-ious flame — 
That, in each true heart dawning', 

Blazed fortli in all its splendor brig;ht, 
Lilie sunshine of the morning-. 

They rallied from their homes around : 
When first the clarion, sounding, 

Aroused them witli its battle-ciy. 
Each noble heart was bounding. 

*•' On! on! " they cried: *•' our Nation's fame, 

O, can we see it perish? 
Shall treason blight with lasting shame 

The land we love and cherish? " 

" No, not while we've an arm to wield, 

A sword tliat can defend her; 
We'll strike for ' Liberty or death;' 

Our souls to her we'll render." 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 121 

Thus thought the gallant bond of ours. 

As forth tliey marched to glory : 
Their daring deeds upon the field 

May brighten history's story ! 

And generations yet may tell, 

With pride and admh-ation, 
How nobly our young heroes fell, 

Defending our loved Nation, 

They're gone, and many kindred ties 

Of gokhiu chain are broken ; 
We've heard the parting friendship sighs, 

The farewell words they've spoken. 

Though dear the lips that bid adieu, 

And hearts now rent asunder, 
Yet dearer is our Native Land 

When dying we defend her! 

Full many martyrs bravely fell , 

From out their gallant nunibci-; 
Though cannons roared their Aia'ral knell, 

Yet glory gilds then- slumber. 



122 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

They fell, in a most sacred cause, 
Upon the field so gory, 

Defending Union and its Laws, 
And died for Country's glory I 



OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 123 



LITTLE TAD. 



"TAD," the pet name of the late President Lin- 
coln's youngest son. He was a great favorite of his 
father, as may be inferred from the fact that Mrs. 
Lincoln, while at the bedside of her dying husband, 
exclaimed, "O! bring ^ Tad ' here! for he loves 
'Tad' so well that I know he will speak to him!'' 

God bless the little orphan boy ! 

A father's darling pride; 
May Heaven guard liis youthful form. 

And be his hope and guide ; 
May tliat pure love and honest worth 

VVhich filled his parent's heart, 
Be his inheritance in life, — 

The good and generous part. 

Bereft of a fond father's love. 

And liis paternal care ; 
Witliout his sacred teachings, 



124 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Or his warm devoted prayer ; 
O, earth must seem so dreary now 

To that dear orphan child ; 
How he will raiss the lovino" one 

That so oft on him smiled ! 

But yet there's left a mothers love 

To watch his youthful years. 
For the\n a nation's sympatliy, 

For them a nation's tears ; 
Columbia never can forget 

The kindred of her Friend, 
And for the little orphan boy 

E'er will her love extend. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 1^5 



EN DIEU EST MA FIANCE. 

Ell dieu est ma liaiice 

For all that's good and kind, 
la Hiui my firm reliance, 

Happiness will find; 
For ill a world so fair 

For mortals to enjoj- — 
To trust ill God is sweet, 

The Christian hope and joy. 

Ell Dieu est ma fiance. 
And ever more shall be. 

En Dieu est ma fiance 

At morn, at noon, at night ; 
When storms bid stern defiance 

The hope to me is bright, 
And so 'twill be through life, 

VVhile I on earth remain ; 
When dying may [ breathe 

Tlie ever-trusting strain. 

En Dieu est ma fiance, 
And ever more shall be. 



126 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



HENRY, 

Like the sun at closins^ day, 
When it's fading from our sif>ht. 

While we watch the parting ray 
That ushers in the darksome night,— 

So the form of one we loved. 
Our darling, fond one, sank to rest; 

Him that once around us moved 

We meet no more our hearts to bless I 

Departed youth, O, does not bliss 

Eternal hover o'er thee now? 
Know'st thou how much on earth we miss; 

Thy loving smiles, thy youtliful brow? 



ORAN<JE BLOSSOMS. 127 



HONEST ABE. 



"Honest Abe'' has passed away -, 

His fflorious work is done; 
His deeds will live forever bright 

As morning's dawning sun ; 
And generations yet unborn. 

With hearts of glowing pride. 
Will ch(irish that sweet Freedom's light 

For which he lived and died. 

Farewell ! O, champion of right ! 

Thou of the gen'rous heart I 
Farewell, we breathe once more to thee- 

Thine was the christian's part. 
VVe miss thee for thy honest worth, 

And soul's sincerity ; 
But thou hast left a boon on earth, — 

A nation's Liberty. 



128 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



DEPTOATTON ODE. 



The work is finished ; 
M:in may now rejoice, 
Since Art has reared a Temple 
Where the uncultured mind 
Can taste the food of learninj^ — 
Be refined ! 

Praise be to God on hisfli. 
Let every tong'ue proclaim 
Tiiroughout our mucli loved isle; 
May youth and age unite 
To swell the exulting strain 
To dawning light! 

O glorious education, 
That to mortal e'er can give 
Its mines of precious Icnowledge, 
That guides the darl<est heart, 



ORANOF. BLOSSOMS. 129 

And o'er it deeds and thoughts most noble 
Can impart ! 

Welcome, doubly welcome 
Thou noble classic shrine, 
To benefit humanity : 
Within thy walls may all that's great 
From pure and holy lips 
E'er emanate ! 

Here may the voice ascend 
In words of eloquence, 
And'in this hall of science 
Classic thoughts most prized 
From lofty master minds ' 

Full oft arise ! 

Here Music, too, may wake 
Its tones most grand, sublime, — 
That gift of Heaven divine, — 
And with its pure, delicious strains 
Weave o'er the loving, list'ning soul 
Its golden chains ! 



130 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Hail glorious work ! 
That elevates the human mind 
In Art and Literature ! 
We cherish thee ; onr hearts abide 
Within thy precincts evermore — 
Our richest pride ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 131 



HUMILITY TO GOD. 

Holy Father, Great Creator 

Of the world's vitality, 
Meekly now, in grateful homage, 

I will sing in praise to Thee. 

While I share Thj^ richest blessings, 

Can I turn from Thee away, 
And ne'er heed Thy holy teachings? 

O, unmindful could I stay? 

Can the earthly joys and pleasures 
That along my path are strown 

Call my mind from those rich treasures 
Gathered round Thy heavenly throne? 

Evermore, with faith undying, 

May I love devotedlj^ — 
With a Christian heart relj^ing. 
Turn my humble thoughts to Thee. 



132 OEANGE BLOSSOMS. 



MOTHER, WHEN THE WAR IS OVER. 

Mollier, when the war is over, 

And I'm home aij^ain witli thee, 
How my heart will beat with rapture 

When thy lovino^ smile I see! 
Then will come the happy moments, 

Such as we have seen before ; 
Sweet will be thy welcome blessinor 

When I reach our cottager door. 
Mother, when the war is over, 

And I'm home again with thee, 
How my heart will beat with raptuie 

VVhen thy loving smile I see ! 

Mother, when the war is over. 
Then I'll tell thee how they died. 

Those who were my bojiiood comrades, 
Those that perished by my side : 



ORANOE BI.OSSf>lVIS. 133 

How thej^ spoke of home and loved ones, 
Ere their eyes were closed in death, — 

Mother, dear, the ling'riiifj: accents 
Of my comrades latest breath. 

Mother, &c. 

Mother, when the war is over. 

And our land is brij^'^lit a^^ain, 
O, what joy will be around us 

In our great and loved domain ! 
If once more we are united, 

Kindi-ed heart and kindred hand. 
Soul with soul in bliss deli^^hted. 

Sweet will be our native land. 
Mother, &c. 



134 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



IN MEMORIAM. 

Sad neAvs was wafted o'er, 

Borne to our Island shore, 
That three darluig ones had met a wat'ry grave ; — 

The young, the bright, the fair. 

The cherished everywhere, — 
A maiden loved, and youths of courage brave. 

We pondered, deep in thought. 
On the tidings that were brought. 

And said, " O God, mysterious are Thy ways! " 
For it seemed so little while 
That we saw their cheerful smile 

In the flush and bloom of youth's bright, huj)])} day.> 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 135 

We heard the tolling bcU, 

And, list'ning fo its knell, 
We thought how sad full many are to-day ! 

Then we saw a funeral train, 

As the bell tolled out its strain, 
Pass solemnly and sad along our way. 

We paused and breathed a sigh, 

For we saw in many an eye 
Aifection's tear of tenderness and love ; 

And we thought, with beating heart, 

How- hard it is to part, 
And turned our eyes beseechingly above. 

" O God, to Thee we pray. 

The parents' grief allay, 
And cheer those hearts so lonely and so drear ! 

Send comfort to them all, 

Those mourners at the pall, — 
Make sunshine gather round them bright and clear." 



136 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



JULY THE NINTH. 



I'm fifty to-day — well, what of that? 
I'm as gay as a lark, and nimble as a eat ! 
I can dance, I can sing, I can langh and can 

play ; 
Why should I be sad, thou<rh Tni lifty to-day? 

I'm fifty to-day, and no worse for wear. 
The ladies, with pleasure, admire my hair. 
And say that my curls (scarcely tinged with 

gray). 
Are yet lil^e a youth's — though I'm fifty to-daj' ! 

I'm fifty to-day — God made me so ! 

"Time waits for no man;" onward 'twill go! 

The bright boys and fair girls that greet me in 

play, 
Will have to, like me, say, I'm fifty to-day ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 137 

rin fifty to-day— and to each friend 
A health for their happiness let me extend ! 
Tlioufjh I may seem yoiini^, yet Nature does say 
My •' race is near run," for I'm fifty to-day ! 



138 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



CREMATION. 



The talk is now that they are going 

To burn us up when dead ; 
To give us all a sizzling 

In flames of fire, 'tis said. 
Well, some won't care a snap for that ; 

They'd lief be " cooked " as not, 
As everything in these fast times 

Is spoke of as " red hot ! " 

'Twill be quite odd to plague Old Nick, 

And take away his chance, 
As he has got the contract, 

'Twill make him kick and prance. 
Ye doctors, who propose this plan. 

Take warning, and beware ! 
For Satan will be " down on you," 

If you don't use him fair ! 



OEANGE BLCSSCMg. 139 

He's had his way so many years, 

You'll find him " hard to beat ; " 
He'll make you tremble when you see 

His form and cloven feet ; 
There's not a day that passes 

But his " imps " throughout the land 
Are working in his interest, • 

And under his command. 

I know your process will be cheap, 

Regarding wood and coal, 
If you burn up all the " topers" 

That in the gutters roll. 
A single match would touch them off — 

They'd ignite in a flash. 
For whiskey is quite 'flammable, 

And so is " brandy smash ! " 

And there are others that will burn, — 

A very curious class, — 
Those people that are known to be 

" A perfect bag of gas ! " 
So burn away, if 't pleases you — 

I do not wish to " blow," 
And kindle up a rousing fire 

To make your " hobby " go. 



140 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. 



"After a terrible battle, my dear parents, what 
sweet and delicious moments are those, when, in the 
arms of blissful slumber, as in dreams I wander home 
again, and fancy that I feel thy fond embrace, and 
hear again thy gentle voice breathing o'er me thy pa- 
ternal blessing. Alas, that it should be only a dream ! " 

1 di'eam of home and lov'd ones 

As I slumber on the ground. 
Father, mother, sister, brother, 

la my dreams are iiov'riny round; 
My fancy sees tliem smiUng 

Within my once lov'd home, 
I wake, and tears are falhnt? 

Whene'er those visions roam. 

I dream of home and lov'd ones 
When tlie battle strife is o'er. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 141 

When all the camp is silent. 

And the conflict is no more ; 
'Tis then I think them near me, 

And feel their fond embrace. 
I walce and tears are falling , 

As no lov'd ones I trace. 

I dream of home and lov'd ones, 

But, O, 'tis all a dream; 
It only wakes an impulse, 

And gives the soul a yleani 
Of that which it is pininj^- 

And longing for in vain ; 
My home and cherised lovd ones, 

Would I could see again! 



H2 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



LITTLE LENNE. 



Gently he passed away 
In the last setting- ray 
Of life's bright snnny day. 
Leaving us here 

Mourning- the early dead, 

Causing us tears to shed 

O'er kinocence now lied, 

Making earth drear ! 

Sunshine will gild the da3% 
Moonlight will send its ray, 
Cloud shadows take their way 
Over his breast; 

Flowers will bloom and fade, 
Dew-drops will deck the glade 
Where they have gently laid 
Lenne to rest! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 143 

Yet O, how sweet to see, 
In his blest hifancy, 
Will that bright glory be, 
Where angels roam, 

When the celestial throng 
Greet him with heavenly song, 
And witli their notes prolong 
His welcome home I 



HI ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



BELMONT SQUARE. 

The moonlight decks the summer eve, 
Sweet frao^rance fills the air; 

While stillness rei^^ns, in gentle strains 
I'll sing of Belmont Square. 

Imagination pictures bliss 

In spite of all our care ; 
And charms the faithful heart that loves 

To sing of Belmont Square. 

Among the manj' tlowers that bloom 

And deck the scene so fair, 
There's one whose beauty far excels 

The rest, of Belmont Square. 

No diamond with her can vie, 

No rub}' can compare ; 
Their splendor vanishes before 

Tlie flower of Belmont Square. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 145 

In o^olden dreams I see the flower 

That sheds such lustre there ; 
How sweet the thought, each passing hour, 

To think of Belmont Square ! 

O moonlight, dreams, and Summer eve, 

So lovely, and so fair! 
But sweeter and more dear to me 

The flower of Belmont Square. 



14:6 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



RETURN OF MAY. 

Welcome thou, sweet May, returning ; 

O come again our hearts to cheer, — 
Welcome is thy genial dawning, 

Opening blossom of the year ! 
After Winter drear and stormy, 

With its cold and chilly blast, 
Sweet thy zephyrs, breathing o'er me — 

Beauty all around is cast. 

Hills and vales proclaim thy coming — 
Dressed in all their verdure bright; 

Warbling birds and insects humming- 
Sing th}^ welcome with delight. 

All that is by God created, 
Blissful, welcome thee again ; 

All that lives, by thee elated. 
Wake for thee a welcome strain. 



OKANCiK BLOSSOMS. 147 



LOVE EACH OTHER. 

Love each other; let not envy 

Ever lurk within thy heart; 
Love each one as though a brother ; 

Love and friendship e'er impart. 

Love ! has not the Saviour taught jou, 

Ever to be just and Icind? 
Emulate that holy teaching; 

Tlien sweet happiness you'll find. 

" Clothe the poor and feed tlie hungry" 
Who are beggiug at your door; 

Remember this, and God will bless you 
Always, and forevermore. 



148 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



LIVE BUT ONE MOMENT. 



"Live!" exclaimed the wife of our lamented Pres- 
ident as she stood bending o'er his dying form, " Live 
but for one moment, to speak to me once more, to 
speak to our children. " 

'• Live but cue moment ! speak but ouce more ! 

Speak to the children! one word 1 implore! 
O breathe but one accent to cheer this sad 
heart ! 

Live but one moment e'er we must part ! " 

"Live but one moment I dearest and best, 
Tender companion in sadness oppressed ; 

Let me but hear aofain that voice so dear; 
Live but one moment this heart to cheer !" 

" Live but one moment ! " O, "twas too late ! 

Deathlike and silent the lips of the great. 
A fond wife stood weeping in anguish and pain, 

For one loving accent to bless her again ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 149 



THE WIDOW'S SON. 

A little bird flew near to me, 
With wings of brightness clad ; 

It looked up in ray face and seemed 
To saj%Why art tliou sad? 

Sweet little bird, O, dost thou know 
The cares that trouble me? 

Know'st thou the one I fondly love, 
I' never more may see? 

At Gettysburg they say he fell, 
The darling boy I cherished — 

'Twas 'mid the fire of shot and shell. 
The brave young hero perished. 

O, then with its extended wings, 
The bird soared far above ; 

Methought it bore within its beak, 
A message to my love. 



150 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE BATTLE OF NODDLES ISLAND. 



The battle on Noddle's Island was fought on 
the 27th of May, 1775, and a complete victory 
obtained over the British forces. 

General Israel Putnam, one of the ' bravest of 
the brave," was in command of the Americans. 

It was a very important conflict; and for a full 
account of it, see General Sumner's " History of 
East Boston." 

In the days long ago, on this sea-beaten isle, 

The soldiers of England were stationed for battle ; 
They came here to daunt us, destroy and defile, 
And treat us like slaves, like mere human chattel ! 
But the heroes of old, 
Our fathers so bold. 
Came forth in their might their rights to uphold, 
And they said that the Britons should never enslave. 
Or rule with a sceptre this land of the brave ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 151 

The spirit of Freedom had scarcely yet da-ntied ; 

But soon it burst forth in the blaze of the morning ! 
Our patriot sires the proud foemen scorned, 

For in their brave bosoms the watch-fire was burning ! 
And the heroes of old, &c. 

'Twas a scorn to the foe who came to oppress — 

To deprive them of that which to them was endearing ; 

Our patriots bravely then sought for redress ; 
In action were firm, — no fall'ring or fearing ! 
And the heroes of old, &c. 

'Twas here on this Island the battle was fought 

That proved of the patriots' determination ! 
And here that the British a lesson were taught, 

And the deeds of our fathers rang out through the 
nation ! 
And the heroes of old, &c. 



152 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



SAW YE NOT MY BONNIE LASS? 



Saw ye not my bonnie Lass, 

With eyes so brightly beaming? 
Met ye not my bonnie Lassie, 

Coming o'er the lea? 
Saw ye not her golden tresses 

In the sunlight gleaming? 
Dinna know that she is more 

Than all the world to me ? 

Did ye hear her gentle voice, 

In accents most enchanting, 
So artless from her bonnie lips, 

Coming o'er the lea? 
Saw ye not her winsome smile, 

So sweet and soul entrancing? 
Dinna know that she is more 

Than all the world to me? 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 153 

Saw ye not m}'^ bonnie Lass, 

With cheeks like blushing roses? 
Saw ye not my bonnie Lassie. 

Dressed in tartan plaid? 
O, within her gentle heart 

Simplicity reposes ; 
Dinna know that she is more 

Than all the world to me? 



154 CHANGE BI.OSSCMS. 



THE MISSING BELL 



We miss thee, Bell of Mav'rick Square, 
Whose vibrations oft filled the air 
With gladness, — if sometimes with pain. 
We listen for thy tones again. 



But all is hushed and silent now ; 
Thy stillness clouds full many a brow, 
Who heard thee oft with pure delight, 
On Sabbath morn and Sabbath night, 



As tolling out upon the air, 

Thou called God's loving souls to prayer. 

And bade them gather, old and young. 

To where sweet hymns of praise were sung. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 15J 

Oft we have heard a solemn knell, 
Thy iron tongue has told full well, 
That mingled with the tears we shed, 
While bending o'er the cherished dead. 



With all the anguish and the pain, 
'Twas music sweet to hear thy strain, 
For we have heard it many a year, 
'Mid sunshine and 'mid clouds all dreai 



We saw thee lowered from the tower. 
Bereft of thy entrancing power 
To cheer the homes, as oft of yore, 
Of those near by the old church door. 



Farewell, fond relic ! mayst thou be 
To others as thou'st been to me, — 
A pleasure in thy new domain, 
To all v.ho hear thy welcome strain. 



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156 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



FAREWELL, THOU FOND DARLING. 



Farewell, thou fond darling I 

One long last farewell ! 
'rUou art gone to the land 

Where bright spirits dwell! 
To God, who once gave thee, 

O, thou hast returned ; 
In sorrow we saw thj'^ 

Loved casket inurned. 

We miss thee at morning, 

We miss thee at night ; 
We miss thy sweet face. 

Once lovely and bright; 
Thy voice, that so often 

Has gladdened our ear, 
Is hushed, and its music 

No longer we hear. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 157 

Kind angels will linger 

Around thy lone grave. 
To watch o'er th}- form 

In its quiet repose. 
And kindred their tears 

Of affection will lave, 
And plant o'er thj- bosom 

The violet and rose. 



lo8 OIIANGE BLOSSOMS, 



TO MOTHER IN HEAVEN. 



Come back, dearest mother, 

Come back once more ; 
Fold me in your arms. 

As in times of yoi'e ; 
Let me again feel 

Your kiss on my clioek ; 
I'e again with me 

In this lone world so bleak. 

Come back, dearest mother, 

If only in dreams ; 
How lonely without you 

This dreary world seems ! 
Come in your angel-form, 

Bless me again ; 
Come from the bright 

And celestial domain. 

Come back, dearest mother ; 

O, speak to your child, 
AVho waits for the accents 

So blissful and mild ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 159 

Weave o'er his soul, 

As ia days of the past, 
Your love and aifection 

Forever to last. 

Come back, dearest mother ; 

Again let me see 
Your image once more, 

So delightful to me, 
And -vvhisiier again 

To my listening ear 
The fond words so silent 

For many a year. 

'Come back, dearest mother. 

From heaven so true, 
And tell of my father 

Who dwells there with you ; 
Tell of my brothers 

And sisters so dear, — 
Are they around you 

In God's holy sphere ? 

Come back, dearest mother ! 

0, sad is the night ; 
Be with me, fond mother. 

Give joy and delight; 
Linger around me 

With your loving care, 
Bless me again 

With a fond mother's prayer. 



1(30 OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE STRANGER'S KISS. 



I'll kiss him for his mother- 
Kiss his 5'oang and manly brow ; 

While around his form we hover, 
I'll kiss him fondly now. 

His face now cold as marble, 
Once was warm and rosy bright, 

And lips that now are silent. 
Were a mother's fond delight. 

I'll kiss him for his mother. 
Though a stranger I may be ; 

What matter, if another 
Shows a mother's sympathy? 

I know if they were bending 
O'er his youthful image now, 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 16 J 

Father, motner, sister, brother, 
Would impart affection's vow. 

ril kiss him for his mother— 
The friendless j-outh now dead, 

I'll seek his grave in springtime- 
Plant flowers o'er liis head. 



162 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. 

"How often," said he, " liave I been in the heart 
of Paris, Berlin, and London, or some other city, 
and heard persons singing ' Sweet Home,' without 
a shilling to buy the next menl, or a place to lay my 
head. The world has literally sung my song until 
every heart is familiar with its melody. Yet I have 
been a wanderer from my boyhood. My country 
has turned me ruthlessly from office, and in my old 
age I have to submit to humiliation for my bread." 

O, thou who sang of home so sweet, 

So vividly its charms expressed, 
I'll shed for thee a friendly tear, 

Whom stern misfortune deep oppressed. 

Thou touched a chord full dear to me, 

A strain of tender, magic spell. 
Far dearer than all else beside, 

That in this weary world doth dwell. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 163 

'Twus Home ! That name recalls llie past, 
That shone in bright, resplendent light, 

When all our household, with their smiles, 
Then gave our hearts such fond delight. 

Misfortune's child, thy soul-strung lyre, 

That woke impulsive at thy call, 
Still lives to charm, to e'er inspire 

The warm and loving hearts of all. 

Thou sang for us a heavenly strain 

Of genial, sympathetic love. 
That in our hearts will e'er remain, 

To impulse pure our souls to move. 

Though earth to thee was drear and cold, 

Without affection's smiHng ray, 
Thy memory has thus enrolled 

The homage we would wish to pay. 

For thee I would entwine with love 

A garland spotless as the snow ; 
On angel's wings I'd bear above 

This tribute from the earth below. 



164 ORANGE BLOSSOMS- 



THE SUNBEAM GILDS THE VALLEY. 



The sunbeam yilds the valley 

With its mild and gentle ray, 
All nature, blissful, smilin^:;:, 

Hails the Monarcli of the day; 
The birds are warblin<^ merrily' 

lu dingle and in dell, 
And the beauteous <j:olden sunbeam 

Weaves around a magic spell. 

What heart has no emotion 

While gazing on the scene. 
When sunbeams deck the ocean, 

Or the hills o'er-clad with green? 
For life would seem so dreary 

Without a flame of light, 
To cheer the soul that's weary 

From the darkness of the night! 



OEANGE BLOSSOMS. 165 



THEY SAY SHE'S PRETTY. 



They say she's pretty; that her eyes 

Are sparkluig as a gem; 
She moves as graceful as a queen 

vVho wears a cUadera ; 
The fairest tlovv'rs that deck the vale 

Are not more sweet to view ; 
They saj^ she's more than lovely — 

Some think so; now, do you? 

They say she's pretty; that her hair, 

Of jetty, wav}^ curls, 
Quite surpasses in its beauty 

That of all other girls ; 
They say her teeth are pearly white; 

Now all this may be true ; 
Tliey call her very beautiful — 

Some think so; now, do you? 



i66 ORANGE BLOSSOMS- 

They say she's pretty ; very rich ! 
Is heir to an estate; 

She <?oes to Saratog^a, too, 
With lofty air and gait ; 

So much is said in praise of her ; 
She's so divine, if true, 

She must be more than beautiful- 
Some thiulc so; now, do you? 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. ,167 



THE SNOW-CLAD TREES. 



The suow-clad trees, the lealless trees, 
All covered o'er with white, 

A picture rare, not often seen. 
To give the soul delight ! 

I stand and gaze in rapture. 

For it seems a fairy land; 
The scene is so enchanting. 

So beautiful and grand. 

The winter may be dreary, 
The chilly blasts may blow, 

But the heart is never weary 
Of the trees o'er-clad witli snow. 



168 ORANGE ULOSSOMS. 



PURE LOVE. 



I'll love thee, though thy lot may be 

More lowlier than mine, 
Afteetion shall be ever true ; 

It makes the soul divine ! 
Thou ne'er shalt be compelled to saj' 

My heart was false to thee, 
I'll love thee, O, I'll love thee; 

Whate'er thy lot may be ! 

I'll love thee as none other can, 

For thou art kind and true ; 
That flame of love shall be as pure 

As ever mortal knew ; 
Thou ne'er shalt say this heart was e'er 

Ungrateful, false to thee; 
I"ll love thee, yes ! 1*11 love thee, 

Whate'er thj' lot may be! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 169 



WE SHALL MISS HIM. 



We shall miss him, ahvaj^s miss him, 

For he once was by our side; 
But, lilvC the leaves of autumn, 

He has faded, he has died. 
O blissful be his slumber ; 

Our brother's now at rest ; 
We shall miss him from our number, 

For the turf is on his breast. 

We shall miss him, always miss liim. 

When the sun's bright rays adorn, 
The dew-dropp'd spangled valley, 

And the fragrant scented lawn ; 
VVhen the moon is sweetly beaming 

Down upon us with its light; 
We shall miss him, always miss liiia, 

Ev'ry coming day and night. 



170 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

We shall miss him, always miss liim, 

For he oft was with us here, 
Our hearts, with love o'erflowing, 

Will hold his mem'ry dear ; 
But yet we'll think him near us, 

As oft in times before. 
And feel that we are list'nin^^ 

To his sweetest strains once more. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 171 



LOVE'S MAY MORNING. 



O, Love's May morning brightly beams, 

In all her splendor fair; 
O'er hill and dale the sunlight gleams, 

Sweet zephyrs scent the air ; 
The birds are joyous with their songs. 

And all seems blithe and gay, 
While Love with all her witching smiles 

Now greets the Morn of May. 

O, Love's May morning is the time 

When youthful hearts entwine 
Affection's wreaths of roses bright 

To decorate most fine 
The brow of those they dearly prize. 

With gems of brightest ra}' ; 
We welcome, then, the glorious morn 

That brings us smiling Ma\'. 



172 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

O, Love's May morning- long will be 

Om* pleasure and deliglit, 
With budding flowers and warbling birds, 

And sunlight glancing bright; 
The vales and hills all clad witli green, 

And laml)s that skip and play, 
Bespeak to us the beauteous time 

Of joyous, happy May. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 173 



THE DREAM. 



I dreamt of the land of an<;els ; 

They were chanting' a heav'nly strain^ 
And my «oul became enraptured — 

I listened again and again. 

1 thought as I wandered among them, 

And heard the angelic song, 
That nothing was ever so lovely 

As that sweet,celestial throng. 

The sun in magnificent splendor 
Beamed rays so divinel}- bright; 

The flowers,with dew-drops bespangled. 
Enchanted my soul with delight. 

1 awoke in the land of mortals, 

And my heart became saddened again; 
I longed for the realms of immortals — 

Their blissful, celestial domain. 



174 OKANGE BLObSUMS. 



EAGLE HILL. 



I love to roam at twilight, 
When the <>^entle zephj^rs sii^h — 

When the sun's last rays have vanished 
From the firmament on high. 

O, then 1 love to wander, 

While thoughts my senses thrill, 

And look around upon the top 
or lovely Eagle Hill ! 

While "neath me glide the waters 

Of Mystic's flowing tide — 
That gem of little rivers, 

To me a treasured pride. 

O, thou hast many charms, fair spot, 

That cling around me still; 
And sweet that fond remembrance 

Ot lovely Eagle Hill ! 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. I'}5 

VVlieu but a school boy I have walclied 

Sweet Mystic ripple by ; 
And oft upon thy suaamit green 

Tve breathed a lover's sv^h. 

And O, those happy times of bliss 

Now hauufc ray mera'ry still; 
Full dear tliat fond remeiubi-aiice 

Of lovely Eagle Hill ! 



176 OllANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE PILGRIM. 



Far, far in a land of stran<jor.«. 

Now alone my footsteps stray ; 
But hope'sbeacon liji^hts me onward, 

As I roam my weary way. 

Oft Vm thinking of the bri<;ht land 
Where my friends and kindred dwell. - 

Of the home where,in my childliood, 
Nought but bliss my soul could tell. 

1 1, mj' dreams I see thee ever. 
Home, and friends, and native shore; 

Sweet the moments that would bear me 
To mv native soil once more. 



OBANGE BLOSSOMS. 177 



LINGER ROUND ME. 



Linger round me, music sweet; 
Softly come my soul to greet ; 
Breatlie to me thy thrilling tone; 
All thy wondrous power I own; 
Purer hy thee this heart has grown. 

Linger round me, music grand ; 
Thou the gift of God's command, 
To cheer the heart and give delight 
To mortals — O, thou dost invite 
A love for thee, most pure and bright. 

I/niger round me, music sweet, 
Softly, sweetly, I entreat; 
Weave around thy golden chain; 
For me, thy strains, O, breathe again ; 
In rapture let me e'er remain. 



178 OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 



DEAR BELOVED. 



Dear beloved, O, could I change thee 
From the path, the dangerous way, 

That lingers round the poisoned cup, 
I'd pray for thee by night and day. 

Thou dost not know the bitter anguish, 
The wound that bleeds a throbbing heart, 

Didst thou, methinks thou ne'er would falter 
From a loving, noble part. 

Dear beloved, O, banish from thee 
That which fills thy brain with fire ; 

Be to me as once I knew thee. 
Be that which I would desire. 

Hast that evil power controlling. 
Bound thy mind within its spell ? 

Cannot my love and sad condoling 

Turn thee ? Speak ! O, canst thou tell ? 



OKANGE BLOSSOAIS. ~ 179 

Dear beloved, that liaman failing 

That allures thee from the right, 
For evermore be unavailing, 

And may thou yet be our delight. 

Would that God might lead thee onward 

From that fatal path so drear; 
May He guard thee, have compassion, 

Guide thee ever, loved one, dear. 



180 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



OUR GLORIOUS LAND. 

Our oflorious land, — land of the free, — 
With fond deli<^ht we think of tliee : 

Let us rejoice in grateful song, 
And to thy praise glad notes prolong. 

Let ev'ry tongue, in anthem grand, 
Sing evermore our Native Land. 

Sacred the soil where heroes bled ! 

Honor to those illustrious dead 
Who nobly fell in Freedom's name. 

And gained for us our Nation's Fame. 
Let ev'ry tongue, &c. 

Long may our Flag float in the bi-eeze. 
Bright gleam its Stars o'er land and seas, 

Emblem belov'd, pride of the world. 
Noblest of all e'er yet unfurled ! 

Let ev'ry tongue, &c. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 181 

Praise be to God ; breathe forth the strain ; 

He cjave to us our rich domain : 
Mountain and stream, river and strand, 

Came by the power of His command ! 
Let ev'ry tongue, &c. 

Hail,clierished land of Washington ! 

Thou art the liome ot sire and son 
Wliose liearts sincere beat higli lor thee, 

And love thy slirine, sweet Liberty. 
Let ev'ry tongue, tfcc. 



182 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



ROCKLAND COTTAGE. 



In a little cot, upon a hill, 

My thoughts are often roaming, 
Around where ripples many a rill, 

And flow'rs are sweetly blooming. 
Happy lives an old man there 

In that cottage, still : 
Heaven, bless with all thy care 

The farmer on the hill. 

Among the rocks, O, how content 
He greets each smiling morning ! 

At eve, with form devoutly bent, 
His eyes to heaven turning. 

Happy lives, «fec. 

I'll not forget to think of one, 
With feelings of emotion. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 183 

That cares for him, and e'er has done, 

With woman's true devotion. 
Happy lives, &c. 

Then here's a health, a double health. 

To them in life declining ; 
A halo of celestial wealth 

At last be round them shining. 
Happ3' lives, &c. 



184 OKANGE BLOSSOMS. 



SPRING FLOWERS. 

Flowers of the Spring-time ! 

Blooming fresh and fair, 
With their sweetest fragrance 
Scenting all the air : 
I'll weave from them garland to deck my loved one's 
hair. 

Flowers of the Spring-time ! 

All spangled o'er with dew, 
How dear their transient beauty 
Of variegated hue ! 
I'll weave from them a garland for one I love so 
true. 

Flowers of the Spring-time ! 

That deck the vale and glade, 
They are to me so lovely. 
In sunshine or in shade : 
I'll weave from them a garland for my loved, winsome 
maid. 

Flowers of the Spring-time ! 
Emblems pure and bright, 
Blooming forth to ever 
Give the soul delight : 
I'll weave from them a garland for my love, of jiearly 
white. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 185 



BENEATH THE ROSES. 

Beneath the roses, sweetly sleeping, 
Angels guarding, angels keeping 
Watch o'er one I loved and cherished, 
Who in early spring-time perislied. 

O, that chain of bliss now riven, 
And this heart to sadness driven ; 
But though lonely, and though weary, 
Heaven bids me not be dreary. 

With a purer love unending,— 
With a glory brightly blending,— 
So in Heaven ma}' be the meeting, 
Wlien my love I'm once more greeting. 



186 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



WHEN THE ROSES BLOOM AGATN. 

When the roses bloom again, and the little 

birds are singing, 
And the ivy round the cottage door is clinging; 

0,my heart will be so drear, 

I shall weep with many a tear, 
For me no joy their coming ever bringing. 

When the roses bloom again, and the summer 

breeze is blowing, 
And Nature all around in beauty glowing ; 
I shall miss the winsome maid. 
Who with me so oft has strayed. 
In the glade and by the streamlet sweetly 
flowing. 

When the roses bloom again, by that cottnge 
in the valley, 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 187 

Where I took a farewell look of a darliii<^ 
little fairy ; 
I saw her perish here, 
111 the Autumn of the year, 
And this heart will long be sad for winsome 
Nelly. 



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THE SMILE. 

What is more sweet than the smile of afFeciion. 
From those that we cherish, from those that 
we love ? 
If the heart is all satklened by drear recollec- 
tion, 
It seems to the soul as a joy from above. 

What is more sweet than the smile of affection 
When weary we wander in this world 
alone? 
Although but a smile, 'tis a fond recollection, 
To feel that full oft its pure bliss we have 
known. 



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WILT THOU RUT THINK OF ME? 

Wilt thou but think of me? 
Fuitiiful this heart will be, 
Ever adoring thee ! 

'Till life shall end ! 
Pure as the sunny ray 
That gilds the op'niug day! 
Always to love and pray, 

For thee,my friend. 

Friendship I O, sweet the name ! 

Bright with affection's flame! 

Always sincere, the same- 
Faithful and brave \ 

Such is the kind I love, 

Where souls together move 

Like angels from above- 
That I would crave ! 

For thee, my Friend. 



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THE STARS. 



Stars, in your beauty, O, shine forth to-night; 
Shine in your splendor so sweetly and bright; 
Ye gladden the heart with your twinkling ray; 
We welcome your coming at closing of day. 

Stars, in your beaut3', perhaps in your gleam, 
That glistens o'er hill, o'er valley and stream, 
You're waking in ecstasy, in some lone spot. 
Some mortal neglected, by all else forgot. 

Stars, in your beauty, for rich and for poor, 
You beam with your brightness the wide 

world o'er ; 
We welcome your coming with fondcist delight- 
Shine on, shine on, sweetest gevcti of the night. 



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OUR BOYS. 



A health to the lads of our dear native Isle ! 
I (rveet them with pleasure, with many a smile; 
Whose faces so ruddj', j'outhful and bright, 
E'er weave round my heart a charm of delight. 

A health to the lads of our dear native Isle, 
Whose greeting so oft my lone hours beguile ; 
Though sometimes unmindful, and roguish 

ye be, 
Our home would be drear if it were not for thee. 

A health to the lads of our dear native Isle ! 
God bless them and guide them from all that 

is vile; 
Teach them to go in the way of the just ; 
O, teach them forever in Tliee to trust. 



192 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE STOLEN KIS; 



O. never mind the " old gent;** 

I must have a kiss ! 
'' O, Frank ! he's round the corner! " 

Well, never mind it, Miss! 
He used to kiss in old times, 

M}^ mother told me so ; 
Whene'er he came a sparking-, 

A '' buss " was all the go. 

And, darling, times have never changed; 

It's only he's grown cold ; 
The " tulip-salve" is quite as sv^eet, 

As 'twas in days of old. 
" Yes,Frank ; I know that you are right. 

He's an " old fogy " now ; 
Then '' kiss me quick ! don't liug so tiglit! 

You'll spoil my dress, I vow ! " 



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O, Frank ! I didn't think tliat you 

Would be so rou<j^h, I say ! 
Yet I'll forgive you, for I know 

It always is your way. 
yo, we'll not mind the " old gent, " 

Cries out both Franlv and Miss ; 
Though " dad '' is round the corner. 

We'll surely have a kiss ! 



194 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE DEATH OF COBDEN 

Can we foro-et to lons^ revere 

The one who was our nation's liicnd? 
Will not Columbia's grateful sons 

Tlieir homagfe now extend 
To him whose love and eloquence 

For them, in times of dark disma.y, 
Beamed like a star from heaven on liinh 

Shall we no tribute pa}-? 
O, let us, with a gen'rous heart 

Mourn for England's honored son ; 
With souls of sympathy impart 

The tear for friendship fled, 
And crown with an unending love 
The mem'ry of the dead. 



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FATHER IN HEAVEN. 

Father in heaven, Iturn to Thoe! 

Teach me the \v'ay of right ; 
Eternal One, of night and day, 
Father in heaven, O, teacli me tlie way. 
To be submissive, to love and obey, 

To feel Thy power and might. 

Father in heaven, I turn to Thee ! 

Guide me forevermore ; 
Whene'er in joy, in healtli or pain. 
With me, i<ind Father, still remain, 
Thy love for me, O, still retnin ; 

Tliy blessings 1 implore. 



196 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



FATHER'S COME TO BLESS US. 



He's signed the Pledge; I never felt 

More happy in raj^ life, 
Not since the day I told him f l-.at 

I'd love and be his wife ; 
Full many years have passed and gone, 

Of joy, of grief and pain — 
My Willie is a man once more, 

I'm happy once again ! 

Our children will not go in rags 

Along the crowded street, 
Their father, now, will bring thein clothes, 

Put shoes upon their feet ; 
We'll live as once we did before. 

In sweet and blissful joy, 
No more will hunger, cold or giicf 

Our happiness destroy. 



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Come here, my darlings! let us pray 

That father will be true 
To the oath that he has taken, 

Which blesses me and you ; 
We'll thank the Great Creatoi , 

While on the bended knee, 
For He has raised your father 

From the depths of misery. 



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COMMEMORATIVE ODE. 

Sweet is the tribute paid, 
To noble heroes laid, 

Gently to rest : 
They who so nobly died, 
Ever our nation's pride, 
Faithful and worthy tried, — 

Sacred and blest. 

All things must pass away. 
Honor and beauty lay 

Silent in sleep ; 
But though that sleep be death, 
Yet till life's latest breath, 
Thy memory endureth, — 

Our hearts to keep. 

Culled from the bloom of May, 
Affection's sweet bouquet, 

Now deck thy graves : 
We consecrate to thee 
Our hearts' pure sympathy, — 
These fragrant flowers shall be 

Thy wreath, ye braves ! 



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THE SUNLIGHT. 

In the sunlight's cheering ray, 

Let us always happy be, 
For that glorious orb of clay 

Smiles, my love, on you and ine ; 
Naught so bright on earth below 
As the sunlight's gentle glow. 

In the sunlight's cheering ray, 
In the dingle and the dell, 

How I love with thee to stray ! 
Friendship has a magic spell ; — 

Naught so bright on earth below 

As the sunlight's gentla glow. 

In the sunlight's cheering ray, 
Sweet the happiness we find, 

For no clouds obscure the way ; 
God to us is ever kind ! 

Naught so bright on earth below 

As the sunliirht's ijentle i>low. 



200 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



THE SAILOR'S SERENADE. 



The stars are brio:htly gleamiiijj: 
In the clear and azure skj^ ; 

To-ni>,fht, my love, I'll meet thee; 
O, say that thou wilt fly 

To my bark that's on the billow 
In waiting now for thee; 

O, tarr^'^ not, my loved one. 
Away, away with mel 

The stars are brightly gleaming ; 

We'll watch their glit'ring ray, 
As our bark skims o'er the waters, 

Through the foamy spray ; 

This lieart shall e'er be faithful; 

I pledge it now to thee ; 
Then tarry not, my loved one ; 

Away, away with me I 




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ALWAYS HAPPY. 

Always happy ! never sad ! 

Why should we be weary? 
Blithe and gay as smiUng Maj' ; 

Never more be dreary ! 

Always happy ! though there be 
Stormy days, and cloudy ; 

Clear the way, let no ray 
Of gloom e'er gather round theel 

Always happy ! let the light 
Of heaven guide thee rightly ; 

In' thy dealings e'er be just, 
Thy path will shine more brightly. 



202 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 



ALWAYS DO RIGHT. 



If you would be happy, always do ri.irht, 
Be honest and true to each other ; 

We're taught to live in this world so bright, 
To be to eacli other a brotlier. 

If you would be happy, you must be just, 

It ever should be your duty; 
Then never for evil incline; or lust, 

As shame will be your booty. 

If you would be happj^, listen, I pray, 
To good advice when 'tis given ; 

Let all that is noble brighten your way— 
For that will befit you for heaven. 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 203 



WE CAN NE'ER FORGET THEE. 

We can ne'er fortjet thee; 

And although no more 
VVe gaze upon thee 

As in tunes before, 
Still fond remembrance 

Holds thy mem'ry dear, 
And friendship sheds for tliee 

Iler parting tear. 

Sleep thou, my brother, 

In unbroken rest, 
Amid tlie throng celestial 

And tlie blest. 
We love thee ; O we miss thee 

And deplore ; 
For thou art not among us 

As of yore. 



204 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

We can ne'er forcjet thee 
Should we roam this wide world 
o'er; 

We shall miss thee, fiadly miss tliee 
Evermore, 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 205 



THE WORLD. 

Who snys it is not beautiful, 

This world so bright aud fair? 
VVliere every thing so lovely 

I'ells God is ever^-where? 
Oil the sea and on the mountaiii. 

And in the balmy bi-eeze ; 
lu the flowers of the valley — 

In the budding, blooiuiug ireds. 

Who says it is not beautiful, 

This life that God has gave? 
With all its rich inheritance, 

Alike for king or slave? 
Tne man must be uuminJfal 

VVlio never thinks to praise 
The works of his Creator. 

The God of endless days. 



206 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

Who says it is not beautiful. 

Each sunny day so bright? 
And does not feel a thrill ot joy 

When the moon appears at night? 
Should we not be most arateful. 

And blend with one accord 
Our praise of pure devotion 

For tlic gloi ions work of God? 



ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 207 



THE BRIGHT, SUNNY DAYS. 

Tlie bright, sunny days, all vanished and jrone. 
Tliat gladdened my path in youth's early morn ; 
I dreani of them oft in visions full bright, 
And sigh for those days that gave such delight. 

The bright, sunny days, when I used to play 
With the boys, whose heads are now turning 

gray ; 
They come to my mem'ry— what exquisite joj', 
Those bright happy moments wiien L was a boy! 

The bright, sunny days, those joys of the past. 
Their blissful enchantment was too sweet 

to last; 
O, could they return to entrance me once more, 
To cheer me. and all that lost i^leasure 

restore ! 



208 ORANGE BLOSSOMS. 

The bright, sunny days; 'tis vain to eoiuphiin, 
Since they can no longer e'er bless me again ; 
They've gone ! and the light that their beauty 

once shed, 
Beams no more for me— its brightness has fled. 



